Lower than the Angels
An innocent romance in the English Fens leads to a nightmare as teenage Galina takes a job in a scientific establishment run by three sinister bureaucrats, one of them an EU Commissioner. What will she discover? What of the sinister Dr Mehta or the illegal immigrant Marek the Mongol? How will she get back to her native Lithuania to marry her lover in Vilnius Cathedral?
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An innocent romance leads to a nightmare as teenage Galina takes a job in a scientific establishment run by three sinister bureaucrats, one of them an EU Commissioner. What will she discover? What of the sinister Dr Mehta or the illegal immigrant Marek the Mongol? How will she get back to her native Lithuania to marry her lover in Vilnius Cathedral? Will Courtney loose her knickers completely?
This entertainment, of just 45,000 words, contains strong language and some explicit scenes. It is not for the squeamish.
“Courtney hitched up her knickers because they had come adrift again and were falling down.
“It was hard putting on weight. The knickers had been bought deliberately large to be comfortable and once they had worked their way down her stomach and settled on her thighs they were embarrassing her. It was her Grannie's fault because she had bought them in the first place. She dreaded them falling down completely when she was on duty behind the desk at Reception.
She managed to hitch them up by pinching her skirt and then hitching both skirt and knickers up together. If she then pulled the skirt carefully down from the bottom, the knickers stayed up until she did something active. When the whole process would start over again.
If nobody was there, of course, she would go behind the desk, reach under her skirt and pull them up anyway one on top of the other. But Phil was there now, so she had to be discreet.
“Make sure you lock up properly!” Courtney was off home. It was an hour after she should have left the building and her Grannie was going to be really cross, even though she had taken out her mobile and told her she would be late. Philip sat in the office because he was due on nights that week.
Courtney clicked the Shut Down command on her iMac and stood up. She could feel her stomach protesting as she reached down to give her black skirt one last trim and give the knickers another tug.
She checked her ear rings.
Courtney was right into body sculpture. Because her Grannie didn't charge her rent or anything, she had money to invest in tattoos. Indeed, she was planning to have flowers all up her thigh continuing right up almost to her armpit. They were going to be roses because she liked roses and she knew that she would have yellow and blue ones against light green leaves.
The five earrings were all right. She had, of course, hidden them under her pretty brown hair while on duty. She usually wore a black cardi because she didn't want anyone to know about the tattoo on her shoulders. That, she realised now, was a bridge too far. But – hey – you're only young once! Why not have a bit of fun now and then!
She looked down at Phil, who was hunched over the computer as she left the office.
Phil, she knew, had no intention of doing anything except perhaps play a few games and maybe look at a bit of porn. As soon as she was gone, he would probably drop off to sleep. Her tin of chocolates was by her computer. The lid was firmly on and she had actually stuck a bit of Sellotape on the lid so that it was firmly secure.
And she knew that, out of spite, he would leave the tin open for her to find in the morning, hoping to deny that he had taken any and that that was how she had carelessly left it.........”