Posts tagged ‘Steven Wilson’

August 15th, 2018

The Lodger Returns

Sally learns previous events had indeed not reached a conclusion

By Steven Wilson

My name is Sally Nugent and for those of you who may not already have done so, might I suggest that you read my previous account entitled ‘The Lodger’ if you are to fully understand the further events I am about to relate.

I am now twenty-three years old, some five years older than when Mr Robinson came to stay at my parent’s bed and breakfast establishment in Eastbourne. I have now completed my business studies course and am training to be an accountant. It is not a career that in my younger days I could have seen myself following, and at times I still have doubts about my suitability for it, but I am progressing well and if nothing else it pleases my parents that I have embarked on a sensible career path.
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July 23rd, 2018

The Lodger

A girl learns it is not wise to pry into things that do not belong to her.

By Steven Wilson

I stood in the doorway and waved my parents off as they headed to the airport. I remained watching as the taxi made its way down the road until it was eventually out of sight, at which point I turned and closed the door. My name is Sally Nugent and my parents run a Bed and Breakfast establishment in Eastbourne. The story I am about to relate started, I think, at this point in time, three weeks ago now, and it’s one that I consider has not yet reached its final conclusion.
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June 7th, 2018

Late

A schoolgirl learns  there is no excuse for unacceptable behaviour

By Steven Wilson

Laura Williams was late. She had never been late for school before but as she glanced at her watch it was a real possibility that she would be today. She hardly ever dozed off again in bed once her alarm had gone off, so why on this of all mornings did she have to do so when her mother had left early for work so she was not around to give her a reminder to get up.

In a state of panic, Laura had leapt out of bed, pulled her nightie off and put her uniform on, skipped breakfast, grabbed her bag and raced out the front door, slamming it shut behind her. By her reckoning, if she hurried and ran part of the way, she might just get to school on time. As she set off down the road she resisted the urge to run too fast as it brought attention to herself and was all rather embarrassing.
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April 30th, 2018

Secretary

A secretary is offered an unusual training program to help correct her errors.

By Steven Wilson

Richard Allen lifted his eyes from the papers strewn across his desk and allowed himself to be distracted by the sight presented before him. On the far side of his desk, perhaps eight feet in front of him, was Sandra Holt, his secretary. She had her back to him and was bending over scrabbling around in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet searching for a file of some description. Most women would probably have squatted down on their knees to do such a task but Sandra had bent at the waist and now her bottom was thrust upwards and outwards towards Richard’s desk, a vision he found hard to take his eyes away from.
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September 26th, 2017

Curiosity

A girl who has never experienced corporal punishment decides it is time to satisfy her curiosity. By a new writer to us.

By Steven Wilson

My name is Shona Jenkinson. I am currently nearing the end of my first term at University where I have embarked on a degree in Accountancy. However, the events I wish to relate to you occurred in my final year at St Marys School for Girls which I attended until a few months ago.

I should perhaps first describe myself to you. I have just celebrated my nineteenth birthday and am often told I am an attractive young lady. I am five foot eight tall with an athletic build, coming no doubt from my liking for and active participation in several sports. I have shoulder length blonde hair, an infectious smile, and a cheerful personality. Physically I have long toned legs and thighs, slim waist and a firm round bottom. The only part of me I wish were different are my breasts as I am rather conservatively endowed in that department.
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