Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Tantalizing Tuesday - 15 April: A Family Gathering

It's been a while for me but now I'm back.

Every Tuesday a group of awesome writers chose a picture each to inspire and write a 200 word teaser from. Please support by reading and commenting on their work. Excuse a touch of melancholy this week with mine. A Family Gathering. Enjoy


I need not have worried about the weather. For although, along the outward journey, we encountered heavy rain that beat mercilessly against the car windscreen, this had almost cleared by the time we reached the destination.

When we arrived at the designated point, there was no sign of  wet weather. Moreover a hint of blue sky could be detected as one or two clouds parted, and the wind did not blow overly strong as sometimes it could around the Welsh mountainsides. 

Most of the others had arrived; the family did not gather very often. There are not many of us but we all lead such different and busy lives that getting together was often nigh on impossible. So it was nice to see that people had made the effort. 

I saw my Mother sitting, keeping warm in her car. She sat with her arm around my Father, giving him loving looks like I had seen  her do so many times before.  She looked up, smiling. Today had been her idea. 

We all moved toward a certain place. Then, standing together, silently we said our goodbyes while tears were shed.  The ashes were released. My Father drifted peacefully with the wind. 

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Thursday Tasters - 3 April: Beauty's Beast

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be something from  a WIP or completed work. So please show some love by reading and leave commenting on their work. It helps and encourages each writer so much. This week's taster from me excerpt is another from my WIP Beauty's Beast which is A naughty fairytale Enjoy


Rosie is blindfolded

With denial of her sight, Rosie’s other senses went into overdrive, and though she felt it was wrong, longed for more touches from him. She trembled as his hands reached inside the dress, travelling up and touching her breasts; circling the nipples through her bra until they peaked into a sensitiveness that made Rosie squeal a little.

“This is what you desire Rosie. Deny it if you dare.” His deep tones were breathed into her neck and the words ran down her spine setting every nerve ending on fire.

“Oh Master, you know what I need,” she replied meekly. Thrills were running through her and she felt weak  Her needs were strong and she took a step backwards in order to touch his body.

“Patience, my Beauty, all in good time.” He eased the dress off her body and it swished into a heap at her ankles. “Step out, Beauty, for that is what I shall call you.”

After she stood out of the dress kicked it to one side. Then, turning her round to face him remarked, “Mm, definitely a Beauty.” He placed a hand on Rosie’s back,  drawing her closer to him and she felt the arousal in his breath on her face as he closed in, cocking to one side and planted a  soft kiss on her lips. Simultaneously he slipped the fingers of his other hand between her sheer stockinged thighs while his own arousal pressed through his trousers against her hips.

“Oh yes,” she moaned softly against him, resting her head against his broad shoulder. 

“I like that you are wet already," he whispered approvingly. Moving his fingers back and forth, slowly, against the cloth of her thin panties, coaxing more moisture from the dark wet warmth within Rosie that she felt only too happy to exude. He also massaged her pussy lips driving her into a semi frenzy; quivering before him.

Before long, her crotch became sopping wet and Rosie could hardly catch her breath. “Mercy, Master,” she pleaded.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Thursday Tasters - 27 March: Beauty's Beast

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be something from  a WIP or completed work. So please show some love by reading and leave commenting on their work. It helps and encourages each writer so much. This week's taster from me excerpt is another from my WIP Beauty's Beast which is A naughty fairytale Enjoy


Here Beauty is having dinner with the Beast

There was a large spread of food, and yet Rosie found it barely edible. She kept  thinking about if her Father was all right and could not enjoy it. Plus she could feel his eyes burning watching her, and  tried desperately not to look up.  Also he lacked good table manners which put her off. Therefore Rosie ate in silence and very little.

After the meal was over and plates taken away, he led her out and along a corridor to the rear of the building where there was a locked room. Pausing here, he ran his hand along her shoulders making goose pimples rise on the back of Rosie’s neck and an ice cold shiver run down her spine. For some inexplicable reason she also felt a tingle between her thighs.

The ugly stern look had returned to his face He almost growled as he spoke to her. “This is important Rosie. While you are here you must always do as I say and always call me Master, for that is who I am. That way you will keep me happy. Oh and one other thing. Nobody is allowed in here without me. You will be good, won’t you Rosie?”

The question felt like more of a challenge to Rosie, who nodded, wondering if he was trying to strike fear in her. Yet she could not help but admire his arrogance, even if his tones were abrupt. She watched him open the door with a large brass key, wondering why the secrecy.

She was also surprised at what she saw. The room was dimly lit and the windows were small  To one side stood a large brass bed, and elsewhere there stood a desk like table with drawers and two chairs. 

In a corner on the floor, with legs crossed and head on her knees, a woman sat silent, as if waiting for something.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Thursday Tasters - 20 March: Beauty's Beast

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be a WIP or completed work. So please show some love and leave a comment on their work. It helps and encourages each writer. This week's excerpt is from my WIP Beauty's Beast. A naughty fairytale Enjoy


The butler spoke again however, ruining her train of thought. “The Master is waiting.” He pointed to a room. 

Rosie entered the room to which he indicated at, that had a partially opened door, as if awaiting her arrival.She looked around admiring the room. Dark oak panels gave the room a regal feel, and purple brocade velvet curtains were tied back at the tall windows. A large, patterned rug lay in the centre of the room. At the far end was a wooden mantle, but no fire was lit. Here, a man in a dark suit stood silent, with hands behind his body and legs slightly apart, looking into a mirror.

The man was at least six foot, broad shouldered and the suit fitted his medium proportions excellently. Rosie’s main observation about him that excited her, even though she could only see him from the rear was the beautiful dark brown coloured shaven head. She longed for him to turn around, so she could see his face.

Suddenly the man spoke words in rich chocolate deep tones that seemed to trickle through Rosie and made her wobble slightly. But he did not turn around which infuriated her.

“Sit down Rosie, and tell me what you are doing here.”

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Thursday Tasters - 13 March 2014: Beauty's Beast

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be a WIP or completed work. So please show some love and leave a comment on their work. It helps and encourages each writer. This week my excerpt is from a WIP Beauty's Beast. A naughty fairytale Enjoy

“Somebody’s moved into the old house.” Mr Briar, a short man in his fifties smiled cheerily as he tried to get the attention of his slender twenty year old daughter across the kitchen table where they were both sat. “Rosie, did you hear what I said?”

“Sorry Dad.” Rosie took her nose out of the book she was reading to look at her father. I was just at a good bit,” she laughed. She put the book away out of his sight. She did not want her father finding out what she liked to read.

“I was just telling you that someone has moved into the old house. I saw a couple of vans outside it yesterday. You never know, it might be a friend for you.” Mr Briar felt his daughter spent far too much time at home with her books and ought to get out more, but she seemed happy enough.

Rosie laughed, twirling a few strands of her long dark hair between her fingers. Her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires.“Are you trying to tell me something? I’m happy here, and not ready for any relationship yet. Besides, who’d take care of you?”

“I’m not an invalid yet,” he quipped, his virtually bald head shaking in dismay. “And you have your life ahead of you. I just thought it would be interesting to find out who’s there.”

Rosie’s red lips broadened into a smile. “Okay Dad, I’ll take a walk by there later and see what I can find out. Now then ... more tea?”

Monday, 10 March 2014

New Release - 10 March 2014: Doris O'Connor

Today I am very pleased to welcome my friend, the very talented Doris O'Connor. She is here to talk about her latest release.

Thanks so much for having me here today Naomi

I read an interesting article recently,‭ ‬about what Men‭ ‬really see when they look at you,‭ ‬and you could sum it up as such.

Whatever you don't like about yourself,‭ ‬chances are your man loves it,‭ ‬because it makes you unique.‭ ‬Add to that my gran's saying that men want something to hold onto when they fuck‭… (‬Yes,‭ ‬she really did say that to me,‭ ‬when I was modelling back in Germany and starving myself to be skinny.‭)… ‬and I do wonder why so many of us struggle to just accept what and who we are.

Sure there will be men,‭ ‬who prefer skinny women,‭ ‬just like there will be men who prefer curvy ones,‭ ‬and plenty of other themes in-between.‭ ‬We all have a type we go for after all.

Here comes another saying from my dear gran.‭ ‬For every pot there is a lid.‭ ‬In other words there's someone out there for everyone.‭ ‬Sometimes you just need to kiss some frogs before you find your prince.

Now,‭ ‬in Sally's case she kissed one rather ugly frog that made her not only wary of men,‭ ‬but means she hates her picture taken.‭ ‬Add to that the fact that she really wants to experience the lifestyle,‭ ‬and it narrows the field even more.‭

So,‭ ‬when her sister asks her to step in for her at this photo shoot,‭ ‬she can’t resist temptation,‭ ‬even though she is full of self-doubt and apprehension.

It falls to Master J to convince her that she is exactly who he's been looking for‭…

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.‭      

Never one to rate her curves,‭ ‬Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot.‭ ‬Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever‭?

She'll be laughed out of the studio,‭ ‬or arrested,‭ ‬or both.‭ ‬However,‭ ‬the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes,‭ ‬when Sally turns up.‭ ‬It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone.‭ ‬All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension,‭ ‬and Sally proves to be a born submissive.‭ ‬If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.‭

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.


‭"‬I want you to do something for me,‭ ‬pet.‭ ‬I want you to close your eyes and remember that feeling.‭"
She frowned at him,‭ ‬but her eyes fluttered shut and after a while she smiled.
‭"‬Good,‭ ‬you're there in your mind‭?"
"Yes,‭ ‬Sir,‭ ‬I think so.‭"
"Good girl,‭ ‬now open your eyes and look at the screen again.‭" ‬She tensed immediately and her smile slipped,‭ ‬but she did open her eyes and glanced at the screen.‭ ‬He'd changed the image to a slide of the process of her being bound.‭ ‬The first one showed her stood in front of him,‭ ‬looking nervous as hell,‭ ‬and she tensed even more when she saw it.
‭"‬What do you see,‭ ‬pet‭? ‬Truly look at the picture,‭ ‬past the body,‭ ‬concentrate on your facial expression and remember how you felt.‭"
She bit her lip,‭ ‬and her nose screwed up in concentration,‭ ‬but eventually she answered him.
‭"‬I was nervous‭…" ‬she glanced at him and then continued in a whisper,‭ "‬and turned on.‭"
"Good girl,‭ ‬now the next picture.‭ ‬What do you see‭?"
In this shot she was half in her chest harness and blindfold,‭ ‬and Junsako hardened as he,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬remembered the heady thrill of binding her soft flesh in the rope.‭ ‬The picture didn’t do the eroticism of the art justice.‭ ‬In his mind's eye,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬he heard her soft sighs and mewls,‭ ‬he felt the rope slide through his fingers and mark her skin,‭ ‬as she sank further into that blissful state of submission.
Sally remembered it,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬if her increased breathing and the dampness seeping through his sweat pants were any indication.‭ ‬He didn't say anything else,‭ ‬afraid to break the moment,‭ ‬just continued to bring up picture after picture,‭ ‬until she wriggled on his lap,‭ ‬and he was hard enough to pound concrete again.
By the time they were back at the picture he intended to use,‭ ‬tears were falling down Sally's cheeks,‭ ‬but she was smiling this time.
‭"‬Thank you,‭ ‬Sir,‭ ‬for helping me remember what it felt like.‭ ‬I still see a fat woman,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬I know I'm not skinny and‭ … ‬oh.‭"
The breath whooshed out of her lungs when he stood up with her and flung her over his shoulder.‭ ‬It was a matter of moments to cross the distance to his bedroom,‭ ‬and Sally shrieked when he threw her on the bed face down.
Before she had even stopped bouncing he grabbed her ankles and yanked her down until her ass hung over the edge with her knees on the floor.‭ ‬He kicked her legs apart,‭ ‬and took a moment to admire the view in front of him.‭ ‬With a flick of the remote he turned on the ceiling spotlights.‭ ‬The soft lighting illuminated Sally's shapely ass.‭ ‬With her legs spread wide,‭ ‬he had a perfect view of her glistening pussy.‭ ‬Her cunt got wetter the longer he just stood there and watched her,‭ ‬and when she tried to push herself up on her elbows he urged her back down on the bed with his hand flat on the small of her back.
‭"‬Stay still,‭ ‬pet.‭ ‬It amuses me to watch you like this.‭ ‬You have the most perfect ass,‭ ‬my love.‭ ‬It will look even more beautiful when it's pink from my hand.‭"
Sally whimpered,‭ ‬and more of her juices slipped out of her clenching hole.‭
"I'm going to spank that ass now,‭ ‬and then I'm going to fuck it.‭  ‬My little pet will like that,‭ ‬I think.‭ ‬Give me a color,‭ ‬pet.‭"
Sally's heart beat so fast in her ears she was sure she'd have fallen to the floor had she not been lying down already.‭ ‬Junsako's dirty words made her so wet her juices were sliding down her inner thighs,‭ ‬and she found it difficult to concentrate on his words.
An open handed spank to her left ass cheek stung,‭ ‬and before she could open her mouth another one followed to the right side this time.
‭"‬I asked you a question,‭ ‬pet.‭ ‬What color are you‭?"
"Gr-green.‭" ‬She murmured the words into the cover,‭ ‬as he dug his fingernails into her tender skin and grabbed a generous handful.‭ ‬That should have mortified her,‭ ‬but somehow it didn't.
‭"‬I can't hear you,‭ ‬pet.‭"
His strained voice soothed her concerns.‭ ‬He sounded like a man aroused,‭ ‬and it gave her an enormous thrill that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.‭
"Green,‭ ‬Sir.‭ ‬I'm so green.‭ ‬Please don't stop.‭ ‬I‭—"
The next spank set her ass on fire and sent her further up the bed,‭ ‬until her hips dug into the edge.‭ ‬It was padded,‭ ‬with little hard nobbles,‭ ‬and just the right height to stimulate her clit,‭ ‬as she discovered with the next few well-placed open handed swats from his hands.‭ ‬He hit a different spot on her ass every time,‭ ‬and with the added stimulation from the torture devices attached to the side,‭ ‬she was close to coming in record time.
Higher and higher she flew until time lost all meaning,‭ ‬and all that mattered was the breathtaking pause before he spanked her again.‭ ‬When he finally stopped heat radiated from her ass all over her body in rolling waves of bliss,‭ ‬and she ground herself against the edge.‭ ‬So close,‭ ‬she was so damn close.
Junsako grabbed her hips and pulled her away from the bed,‭ ‬and Sally whined her protest.
He kissed her shoulder,‭ ‬and chuckled into her neck,‭ ‬as his whole body seemed to engulf her.‭ ‬His hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass,‭ ‬and he delivered little bites along her back,‭ ‬parallel to her spine.‭ ‬Every sharp sting made her moan,‭ ‬interspersed as it was by his murmured words.
‭"‬So beautiful,‭ ‬my pet.‭ ‬This luscious body belongs to me,‭ ‬and you will not come without my permission,‭ ‬will you,‭ ‬pet‭?"

Available from‭ Evernight Publishing. For all other buy links, please click here.
Check out a Bonus Scene from this story‭ ‬here on my blog.


Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris...‭ ‬at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children,‭ ‬ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house,‭ ‬cluttered with children,‭ ‬pets,‭ ‬dust bunnies,‭ ‬and one very understanding and supportive husband.‭ ‬Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all,‭ ‬like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head.‭ ‬Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told,‭ ‬and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis.‭ ‬Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides,‭ ‬sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual,‭ ‬sassy,‭ ‬and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for,‭ ‬and heroines who give as good as they get.‭ ‬From contemporary to paranormal,‭ ‬BDSM to F/F,‭ ‬and Ménage,‭ ‬haunting love stories are guaranteed
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Sounds great Doris! Thanks for dropping by and I wish you great success with your new release.

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Thursday Tasters - 6 March: Extra Lessons

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be a WIP or completed work. So please show some love and leave a comment on their work. It helps and encourages each writer. This week my excerpt is from the WIP called Extra Lessons. Enjoy

Kyla, a university student who has just seen her room mate off on a train goes into town. When the rain starts she goes into a cafe, and buys coffee and some chocolate. She sits with some other students, not realizing that one of them, Ricky, fancies her with a passion.

Ricky had never been this close to her before.‭ ‬Sure,‭ ‬he’d sat near Kyla in study class,‭ ‬all those times when he had a book strategically placed on his lap in order to hide a raging hard on,‭ ‬just like he had now.
Ricky’s finger brushed Kyla’s cheek as his mind wandered back to the times when he dreamed of being with her.‭ ‬He thought how when he was alone in his room,‭ ‬he would let his feelings out,‭ ‬with stretched sculpted body out naked on the sheet,‭ ‬while he slowly stroked his rigid cock.‭ 

Suddenly he realized Kyla was looking at him in a strange fashion.‭ ‬She spoke to him but he did not comprehend at first.

‭ “‬Hey there dreamer‭ …” ‬she finally got through.‭ “‬Put your hand down.‭”
Ricky laughed as he put his hand down.‭ “‬Sorry,‭ ‬I was lost in a world of my own.‭” 

“You sure were.‭” ‬Kyla picked up her cup again and drank the remaining coffee.‭ ‬She suddenly noticed Ricky’s friends had gone.‭ “‬Your friends never said goodbye.‭”

“Ha,‭ ‬they can be like that sometimes.‭ ‬I will catch up with them another time.‭ ‬I’m keeping you company for now.‭” ‬At least that was what Ricky was kidding himself.

Kyla idly picked up the chocolate as she watched pearls of rain trickle down the windowpanes.‭ ‬Suddenly,‭ ‬she felt a flutter in her stomach.‭ ‬Standing outside,‭ ‬sheltering under the canopy was Professor Cordon.‭ ‬Kyla had missed seeing him on campus and attending his study groups.‭ ‬Her mind went back to an afternoon in April,‭ ‬when she had stayed behind after class for the unexpected lesson.‭ 

He paused now,‭ ‬outside,‭ ‬obviously waiting for the rain to pass and Kyla’s gaze never left him.‭ ‬Her eyes glazed over as she watched,‭ ‬going into a dream.‭ ‬She never put the chocolate down but continued to suck.‭ ‬Her fingers went around it just as she had held his hardness.‭ ‬The bar went in and out of her mouth slowly,‭ ‬as though she was giving the Professor a blow job,‭ ‬feeling the hard fleshy ridges of his cock,‭ ‬rubbing against the inner walls of her mouth.‭ ‬All traces of the lipstick had disappeared as melted chocolate dribbled over her bottom lip and down her chin.‭  

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Thursday Tasters - 27 February: The Inheritance

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be a WIP or completed work. So please show some love and leave a comment on their work. It helps and encourages each writer. This week my excerpt is another from the WIP called The Inheritance.
Frank has just come out of a boring lecture, and met up with fellow student, Saskia. Enjoy

Thursday Tasters

“Hey Saskia,‭ do you fancy a coffee?”‭ ‬Frank smiled warmly at a petite blonde student as she walked out of the lecture theatre.  He bent down and  picked up the books that Saskia, startled at his speaking to her, had dropped.‭ ‬“That was one boring lecture and I need waking up.‭ I wondered, would you like to join me,‭ ‬I could do with the company."

Saskia flicked her long blonde hair back and pondered a moment. Taking the books from him she pushed them into a bag.‭ “‬Yeah,‭ thank you. Coffee might be just what the doctor ordered. She looked up at Frank, who towered six inches higher than her. “Yes, I’d love to join you.” She gratefully passed the bag of heavy books back to him when he offered to carry them and they made the ten minute walk away from the main building..

‭Welcoming wafts of coffee and the clatter of cups and cutlery mingling with intense chatter greeted the pair as they arrived at the student cafeteria.The cafe seemed pretty crowded as always post boring lectures, but luckily Frank spotted a vacant table. “You go and bag that table,” he said. “Here, make doubly sure with the book bag. I’ll get the coffee.

‭Saskia squeezed through a myriad of people to the table in question and sat down to wait for Frank who had headed through in the opposite direction to buy the drinks. Sitting down, Saskia put the elbows of her pink top on the table, and with hands together rested her chin on them. She noted, glancing around, how there seemed to be an unwritten uniform rule that students should wear jeans. She was no exception either, her stylish skinny blue ones.

Before long, Frank returned with coffee and biscuits. “I thought I’d treat you,. I don’t know many of the students here yet and you are the first one I’ve brought here, such as it is.”

Saskia put her arms down and reached for a biscuit. Her ice blue eyes sparkled as she gave a little laugh. “I don’t know many yet either.” 

Their hands accidentally brushed across the table and simultaneous electrical sparks were felt by both Frank and Saskia. She retracted her hand shyly,with a dreamy look.

Friday, 21 February 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - 21 February: Reassurance

It's Friday again and time for a group of awesome writers are given a picture prompt and allowed one hundred words only to write a flasher. Please support their work by encouraging with a comment. It means so much. This week mine is called Reassurance Enjoy


Susie?” Reece called out.

“You found me, then,” came the reply.  The voice was familiar to Reece but she never turned around.

“I was worried. I heard about ...”

Susie cut his sentence short. “I saw no reason for you to hurry back. With sadness she touched her cheek.

Gently turning her he studied  Susie’s face, and kissing her reassuringly before drawing her closer to him. “Don’t ever worry sweetheart.” He kissed her lips. “True, I am a glamour photographer, but that’s just work with models. Your scar does not change anything  You’re the woman I love.”

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Thursday Tasters - 20 February: Weekend Away

It's Thursday and time for some awesome writers to give a short taster of their amazing work. It can be a WIP or completed work. So please show some love and leave a comment on their work. It helps and encourages each writer. This week my excerpt is from a WIP Weekend Away Enjoy


Unhappy with her life in reality, Rita, thirty and feeling she is going nowhere in life, strikes up a close friendship with another woman she meets online.

Rita Hayes, dressed in her navy pencil skirt suit finally arrived home to her lonely apartment after a long, arduous day at work. She kicked off her stiletto shoes and flung her jacket over a chair. Tiredness consumed her slender body and all she wanted was to shower and relax.

 Undoing her red hair from the rather bedraggled bun, that always started off the day neatly coiled at the crown of her head but sagged toward the end of each day she shook her head and reflected on her life.

‭Rita’s‬ present supervisor; not the friendliest of characters, controlled  her working day, and she saw no chance of promotion even after ten years of loyalty.‭ ‬The thirty year old felt like she was running round continually on a hamster wheel.‭ 

‭R‬arely going out, not that she had much money anyway when all her bills were paid at the end of each month,‭ ‬Rita turned to activities at home, one of which being cooking. And after the recent nasty split with her boyfriend after finding him in a clinch with her best friend,‭  it had become cooking for one. ‬Rita felt wary about starting another relationship.‭ 

She stood under the shower and let the warm water cascade over her like a healing waterfall that washed away all the troubles of work and made her feel a bit better.‭ ‬Rita let out a weary sigh.‭ “‬I have got to get away,‭” ‬she said,‭ ‬even though she was alone in the flat now.‭ 

After her shower,‭ ‬she wound a toweling dressing gown around her and brushed her long red hair, with droplets of water being soaked up by the towelling.‭ 

Rita put her slippers on and mooched into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich,‭ and pour a glass of wine, Carefully carrying both into the lounge she sank into her favorite‬ comfy chair.‭ On switching her laptop on Rita smiled and her emerald green eyes sparkled ‬with pleasure as she saw a message from Belinda.‭ 

She had been friends with Belinda for the past three years,‭ ‬conversing with her most days through the Internet.‭ ‬Belinda also lived alone,‭ ‬separated from her husband and about sixty miles from Rita.‭ ‬They had laughed and cried through their emails and shared many secrets,‭ ‬but had never actually met. This message was just what she needed.