|A collection of my historical tales, available on iBooks, The Nook and through Lulu|
Heidi On The Farm - Part 6“Nnnn, nnnn, dntudr.....” Their pleas fell on deaf ears as the girls commenced their tickling of their bare feet...Heidi On The Farm - Part 6 by *KP-Presents
The air was filled with the sound of muffled laughs as Cindy and Alice continued their tickle attack on Alexa and Andrea's bare soles. The older girls wriggled as best they could, but with their legs in stocks and their wrists secured there was no escape from the torturing fingers. Jannifer stood up and walked over to join Natalie and Heidi as they tickled Joanne, before she noticed something on the far side of the barn.
“Hey Nats, what’s that,” she said as she pointed to the new object. The othe
Heidi On The Farm - Part 5Saturday, 11.15Heidi On The Farm - Part 5 by *KP-Presents
“And that,” Jannifer said as she put down her pen, “is my project on the life cycle of the Lotus finished. What about you lot?”
“Quadratic equations done and dusted!”
“Essay on the significance of the title To Kill A Mockingbird completed!”
Natalie looked round the table and said “Great -we got all our homework finished and completed and now we can kick - well, you know what I mean.”
“I sure do,” Alice said as she put her hands behind her head, the bottom of her blouse riding up as she did so. “It means we get the rest of the weekend to do wha
Maria Santa"Maria santa, madre del dios, me ayuda a liberarme de esta situación, yo ruega."Maria Santa by *KP-Presents
Conchita was silently praying to herself as she sat on the floor, watching the women making their way around the room and taking items from the shelves, placing them into the large bag they had brought with them. Her prayer had to be silent, for the lengths of white tape that had been smoothed over her mouth to keep the sock in place were stopping any sound from leaving her. In fact, there was nothing she could do about her current situation but sit back and think about how the day had come to this.
Conchita looked like the unfortunate stereotype of a La
Quiet CompanyDenise and Roxanne were staring at each other, noting the look in each other's eyes. From the other side of the room, their two friends were looking on, wondering who would make the first move between them and silently hoping that they found a way to work together. After all, if they could not find a way to get over their mutual differences, then no-one was going to be able to do anything that day. They were too firmly tied down at their desks for them to be able to do anything.Quiet Company by *KP-Presents
The thing is, the day had started so well. Now all four were trying to free themselves from the situation the masked men had left them in and the two who
Reliving your past"Happy birthday, Mum!!"Reliving your past by *KP-Presents
"Happy birthday, darling!!"
Tracy and Eleanor Omrod clicked their glasses together and rank the champagne that was in them as they sat at the table. Today was a special day Eleanor was 21, and Tracy 50, and as such they wanted to meet up and share the occasion. Really, they were the only family each other had Tracy had lost her husband two years previously, and there were no other children.
Eleanor looked at her mother sitting opposite her at the table. Her hair was permed into a tight bob, and grey flecks were just starting to appear at her fringe and temple, but sat there in her barrel grey jacket
AuditThat had been half an hour earlier. Kelly had indeed put her hands behind the back of the chair, and sat still as Miss Dawson produced a bag from under the desk and took out a length of rope. She then used that to bind Kelly's wrists together, crossing them and wrapping the rope between and around her arms to secure them together.Audit by *KP-Presents
She'd asked why she was doing this, but Miss Dawson said nothing as she took the longest length of rope she had ever seen, doubled it over and wrapped it around her waist and the chair back where it joined the seat. This had pulled her right back so that her back was firmly against the rest, before her wrists we
|Have a rummage around some of the other stories here|