There is a knock at the door and Jenny turns from stirring the soup she is making. But without waiting for a reply, the door bursts open and Mrs Bennett strides into the kitchen, her face red."Why is my son sleeping on the couch?" she demands.Jenny colours up."And how long has this being going on?" continues the furious woman. "It's been months since the wedding. I was worried about you. There I was wondering if perhaps we should have the doctor look at you, and I come in early to find Chad sleeping downstairs.""I...." Jenny's eyes are swimming.But Mrs Bennett keeps talking. "And when I took a look around...." She slams open a side drawer which contains underclothes, a washbag and a towel. ".... All his things are down here. He is quite clearly not sleeping upstairs. What is it with you, Jennifer?" The woman stalks forward. "Still got all those ideas about university and books? Can't you bring yourself to be a proper wife to my son? I'm not having it!"She raises her h
There is a knock at the door."Come in."The door opens, a face edging nervously around. "Mr Kalkowski, can I talk with you for a few minutes?"The old man puts his book to one side. "Of course you can, Jenny. Do come in. It's good to see you. Please forgive me not getting up. It is not so easy for me as it once was.""That's alright. Um, would you like me to make some tea?""Thank you. I would. And if you look in the larder, you will find a cake that Mrs Collier kindly gave me."Jenny makes tea, pouring it from a porcelain pot into fine china cups and saucers. She cuts two slices of cake and passes one across.""Thank you, Jenny. Now, what can I do for you? I've missed our little chats since you left school you know."She sips tea, but the cup clinks against the tremble of the saucer. Mr Kalkowski waits, patience itself. He has heard the gossip. In fact, her old teacher has a very good idea of what she wants to say."Mr Kalkowski...." She puts the cup and saucer dow
Mr KalkowskiHe aims the pipe at her, punctuating his words with the movement. "Jenny, your life is ahead of you. You say you believe you should leave. I believe you are correct."She holds up her hands, palms to heaven. "What should I do? I don't know...."The old man puffs a curling ring of smoke. It spins, a writhing vortex in the air, then disperses. "The Greek philosopher Plutarch said that the mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled. Here, Jenny, you have learned. You have been taught. But when you are truly educated, you learn to think.""You still think I should go to university?""It is what I have always believed Jenny. It was not my place to interfere when you decided to marry Chad, but now...."Thoughtful, she pours another cup of tea, tilts the pot to her mentor. He nods, and she pours a second cup."How would I do it?""I retained all the forms and other information from when you were first going to apply. You have only to use them.""
JamesShe sees as Michael and I exchange eye signals, but she's used to that now, and simply stands, panting as we undress. As soon as he's down to skin, Michael, his erection pressing into her spine pulls her backward onto the couch, pinning her against himself........ And she's a gorgeous sight....I want to watch her for a bit.Dropping to my knees I push her knees apart, Michael hooks his legs around hers, holding her wide. As her thighs splay, the scent of her pussy, sopping and swollen, billows up. I lean in, my palm flat between her breasts, pushing her hard back against him, then ram hard inside her with a couple of fingers, hooking upwards to scrape her g-spot.She bucks and wails, arms flinging, but Michael snatches her wrists together, pinning her firm. I don't hold back, don't make any attempt to open her. Her pussy is engorged, open and brilliantly red. As I pump her, her juices flood my fingers and palm, sleeking over her skin and mine, and she wails with an
"Chad, can I talk to you."His eyes lift to hers. "Hello, Jenny. What is it?""I wanted to tell you, I'm leaving.""I ... kind of expected it." His words come out all in a rush. "Jenny, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault....""When I first came here I thought I was in heaven. It's different now." "You'll want the divorce of course.""Yes, I do. I want to be free. I want my life back.""Just send the papers. I'll sign whatever you need.... You can tell the lawyer to send the bill to me as well. I'll pay it." He bites down on guilt and shame, tries to focus. "What will you do?""I'm not sure. I'll probably go to the City. Find work. Take it from there.""When are you going?""Tomorrow. I just want to leave quietly. You won't tell anyone will you? Not yet anyway.""No, not if you don't want me to. I won't tell anyone."*****The following morning, she rises early, everything already packed. She thinks to leave alone but as she slings the rucksack over her shoulder
And once more, helpless, we must wait for outside events to catch up.Richard, when we see him, is white-faced. Most of the time he keeps to himself.Not wanting company…?Michael chews at a thumbnail. "Wonder why Corby's first act was to try to attack you? Trying to get you prosecuted over the business with the auction?""Perhaps to take Charlotte's defender out of the picture?" I suggest.His chin juts. "She has two defenders, and they knew that...."Ah, c'mon.... "They came after you with guns." His face falls and he nods me an apology. "Discredit one?" I suggest. "Murder the other. Isolate her?"He nods "Why is she so important to them?"Good question....A very good question...."Her testimony at court is likely to put a lot of people in prison, quite likely for good.""Okay, so she's an important witness. But, that being the case, why haven't they simply murdered her? They've had plenty of opportunity." Richard sweeps in. "Will's on his way. He says he
Richard"Under the circumstances," continues Will, "I'm not going to dwell on this too much. All I am going to say is that there is all the motive in the world, for the culprits to try to remove Charlotte, as a witness to much of this, from the picture, and to prevent her giving testimony at court. All aside from the considerable monies made from the trafficking, she is effectively witness to institutionalised murder."And now Michael breaks in. "So why have they not simply murdered her?"He's right........ That would be the usual route with people like this....Why are we not burying Charlotte right now?Will fends him off, raising his hand. "I'm coming to that." He sucks at his cheeks.He looks guilty........ Why?"I have to say," he continues, looking around the table, "that we are missing certain records...."Michael looks enraged, James merely thoughtful.".... Corby may be responsible for that, or it may be that over twenty years or so, they have been misp
The following night, three dozen small alert bodies lie under their covers, waiting.And in the cold dark hours, there is the sound of scraping and grinding. "Tommy?""Yes, it's me. Just keep quiet and let me know if you hear anyone moving." Two girls dart to the door to the corridor, listening. All is silent save for the slight metallic grinding noise, the rasp of metal biting metal.Somewhere in the building, a toilet flushes."There's someone below you." a piping voice warns.The rasping noise stops.After a few seconds, there are the dull thuds of heavy boots echoing on bare wooden boards and the bang of a door somewhere far off in the building."I think it's alright now."And the noise resumes, a thin quiet fretting sound heard only by those gathered closely around.With the grate and scrape of grit and cement, a bar slides out of its socket. The voice murmurs through the glass. I've got one out. It'll be faster now. I can pick at the cement for the others.