The Interloper at Windsor Castle_Pin-up Girls_The Only P-D Therapist_Trudy
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The Interloper at Windsor Castle
She read the last page of the novel, and with a sigh, she closed the book. Jillian closed her eyes and imagined that she was the heroine, and it was she who was brought home to the manner. It was her father who ran to the carriage and hugged with her with so much love.In her mind’s eye, Jillian turned to her hero, Lord Tennyson, and tilted her head up, knowing how her long eyelashes were displayed, and quietly said, “Thank you, again. I’m so grateful to you.”Lord Tennyson, a close confidante of King Henry VIII, grabbed her gloved hand and brushed his lips across the kid leather.He stood up to ...
Pin-up Girls
Elizabeth ParkerPin-up Girls Evan woke up in such a state of confusion, she wondered quickly if she had been slipped a roofie? Except for at sixteen, she has never been out with a boy nor gets invited to any parties for something that extreme to happen to her. “Then why do I feel so lethargic,” she thinks out loud? Or better yet, what am I doing in bed and in my bedroom? Sitting up she shields her eyes against the accosting sunlight glaring at her through the window. Feeling misplaced, she reaches under her pillow for her cell phone but finding it not there. Boltinwww.onedoor.ccg stra...
The Only P-D Therapist
The Only P-D Therapist. This story will not end happily.I am a Mental Health Therapist, though a better description is to say that I am a Trauma Counsellor.The area I specialise in is unique, because I deal with a very specific range of clients. To the best of my knowledge I am the only person in the whole world doing what I do. This is not because there is no real need for it; it breaks my heart to realise how many inpiduals there are out there who desperately need the counselling I provide. Unfortunately, to provide support to clients like mine, you need a particular talent and I have yet to...
Trudy
She raises the cup up to her lips, steadying the wrist of her left hand with her right. She’s starting to get old. She thinks about going to see a doctor about it, but she’s scared of asking questions she doesn’t want the answer to. For now it’s still manageable. Maybe she’ll ask Matt for advice when he arrives.The door rings.Speak of the devil. The woman pushes herself out of her seat and walks towards the door. The heaviness in her breath doesn’t escape her notice. The doorbell rings again, more insistently this time.Shit.“Hey, Trudy.” Her husband holds out a bouquet of roses, scratching the...