It was the 1980’s, the days of green text on computer screens and laborious printouts. He was a trainee at the Anglo Evangelist Housing Company put there to see that all the company’s clients had their needs met when they moved in. The team he worked with were all women. They rather clucked over him and tried to fuss him like a dozen mothers requiring a subservient teenage child rather than the obvious intractable rebels they had at home. He was alone living in a bed-sitting room. Although he never admitted it , he rather liked the fuss, especially from the boss of the section Ms Morphia-Sophor. He never could understand the name, only that when he heard it he felt very dreamy and secure and wanting. So wanting to please this lady who would waft sensually through the office always in liquid like white satin blouses and long , so long satin pencil skirts split so silkily alluringly just below the thigh swishing hypnotically as they trailed back and forth before his mesmerized eyes. Back and forth, they caught the office lights so strikingly, enticingly, and sweetly swaying like a gossamer image of a sweet caressing ocean of black, soothing silken ripples. Read more…