He had been a care worker for 20 years, ever since he left school. The pay was not much, but he loved the work. Most of the old ladies he looked after in the home he worked adored him, and thought of him as “a lovely young man.” Then things changed. A new government won an election and took office. He could still remember the new speaking in the elections “For too long we have kept our old folk locked away in large, institutionalised homes. If we win the election we will do everything we can to keep them in the community. We phase out grants to residential homes for the elderly and instead spend the money on providing domiciliary care for old people in their homes.” For once the new government kept its promises. Without a year his home had closed down and he was looking for work. Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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As a student he was certainly not rich. When he took the glossy card from the striking looking lady in shades though it was more curiosity that made him go along.
EMERALD EYES SLEEP RESEARCH CENTER
Director Lady Mesmer
Good rates paid for participants in our Sleep Research Program
Males under 25 especially welcome. Read more…
- Author name:
- Scott Em
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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My date, Jeanne, and I are at a large party hosted by a common friend, who told me that I would find my date fascinating. She is beautiful, in the full curvy fashion of gorgeous 1940’s movie starlets. She’s wearing a dark knee-length pleated skirt, good for dancing, and matching stylish short jacket top. But what keeps catching my eye is the bright blue corset framed by the jacket and skirt. It has decorative stitching forming flowers and Asian icons that catch and reflect the light as she turns and dances.
She catches me staring. “Ah, so you do like my outfit. I was beginning to wonder. I was told you had a fondness for corsets and bustiers. I thought this would eventually catch your attention.” Read more…
- Author name:
- Satintrancer
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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He was taking his time getting used to the States. The opportunity that his company had offered of exchanging with another staff member was truly amazing–especially for one so young. But as exciting as it all was, he was taking his time acclimatizing–especially to the different words used by Americans for things. An aubergine was an “Eggplant” Lifts were “Elevators” A CV was a “Résumé” a mobile phone a “Cell phone” Text Messages were “SMS”. Read more…
- Author name:
- Silken Slave
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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I slept so well that night, the deepest, most content sleep in years. I awoke the next morning still unsure of what had occurred the day before but certainly feeling a sense of excitement for the day ahead.
I arrived at work a little late due to sleeping in late – a first for me – to be greeted by Krystal at her desk. You were wearing a rather plain woolen skirt and cotton blouse and we greeted each other with the expected professionalism. Nothing unusual there except my unexplained feeling of confusion. I went to my office and worked solidly as usual for a few hours. You came in to take some dictation which again was without incident. Then as you left the office you looked up at me with your piercing green eyes and smiled. It felt as though a volcano was starting to erupt deep inside me and I felt that tingling I hadn’t felt since I was about 16. Strange, I thought. You then left and I returned to my work. Read more…
