House of Dolls

The sign ‘Welcome to England’ had greeted Bronwyn Harper as she had driven her hire car out of Heathrow Airport that morning, and even now she could only smile at remembering that sign. She hadn’t seen much of a welcome so far on this typical spring Sunday in England if she was being honest. In other words, it had rained incessantly all day, and even now, by five in the afternoon the light was beginning to disappear from the grey, leaden skies. And thanks to a delayed flight, and a lengthy passage through immigration she was still 80 miles or so from her destination, somewhere in Wiltshire if the signs were to be believed. ...

ULTI-MAI-DEN

ULTI-MAI-DEN: Ultimate Maid Guardian “My dear Mai, I believe it’s time for you to wake up… ” “What… what is this… why am I… who… ” “So many questions, and yet you barely have the energy to stay awake. I’m afraid that won’t do, Miss Mai.” “Who are you? And… why can’t I remember my name… ?” “Oh but you can… just try.” “My name is… Mai… Mai Mai Oppai… ” “That is correct… I’m glad you can remember as much.” ...