The Jaws of the Vice - Part 1July 25thThe Jaws of the Vice - Part 1 by KP-Presents
The de Ros Mansion
As Diana slowly walked down the staircase, she could smell the coffee that Edith was brewing in the kitchen.
The red haired Irish housekeeper looked over as she entered the kitchen, looking regal as always even when what she was wearing was a pale blue jogging suit and trainers with a white t-shirt under the zipped top.
“Good morning, Mrs. de Ros,” Edith said as he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, “Will Miss Abigail be coming down soon?”
“No – let her sleep,” Diana said with a smile as she sat down and looked at the Times. “This is really the first chance she’s had to have some time to herself for a month, and I want her to take every second she needs to rest.”
“Very good, Mrs. de Ros,” Edith said as she went back to preparing breakfast. “Miss Huntingdown rang to see if you could drop in at the office today to discuss August?”
Cat on a Cold Tin RoofHot town, summer in the city,Cat on a Cold Tin Roof by KP-Presents
Back of my neck feeling burnt and gritty.
Get down, isn’t it a pity,
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow on the city
All around, People looking half dead,
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a matchhead…
The song blared out over the park as she walked through Central Park, her floral print mini dress allowing the men to admire her brown skinned legs which seemed to go on forever. She had dark hair, cut in a fringe around her face and then hanging down his back, while the sandals she wore had four inch heels.
She walked with poise and confidence, smiling as she approached the terrace of the restaurant, where her boyfriend was waiting for him. He smiled as he stood up and embraced her, kissing her on both cheeks before he held the seat for her.
“Sorry I’m late, Francois,” she said as he sat down, “I needed to have words with her again.”
Francois Legault smiled. “Do you wish me to chasti
Truth and Consequences - part 1Thursday 17th AprilTruth and Consequences - part 1 by KP-Presents
George sat at his desk and scratched his head, pondering over his own thoughts. Any way he did the maths on the situation, two and two came up five when it came to the household his ex-wife ran. The little things the children said meant nothing maybe to a child's brain, but to an adult they seemed to add up to the fact that Sandy – Alexandra Vanessa Richmond, debutante of the year 1998 and famed interior designer - was having an affair with the Nanny?
It was little things like little George and Dandy saying that Mommy and Heather hugged a lot when there was nobody else about. Or that they sometimes heard Heather in mommy's room late at night when they woke up to go to the toilet. Or that Mommy had bought Heather and her sister an amazing dress to wear to the Fashion for Food event, without telling them.
As he said, little things, but add them all up and another question came to his mind.
Could Alexandra be a Lesbian
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