(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the evening sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya’s head was in a spin because she had finally had word from Captain Hardman.
It was strange the effect of not hearing from him for so long, after all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
Yet he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment had left Afghanistan and because it had been a particularly bloody tour, which had cost 11 dead and 8 wounded from the Downshire’s it was currently in Germany for R&R before returning to the UK.
This initial contact from the Captain prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them.
But this was happy news for Freya and she looked forward to him coming home.
However the obvious happiness she felt over his return was tempered by the affair of the dead schoolgirl.
Freya had witnessed the accident and rendered first aid and subsequently followed up the case at the Churchill Hospital.
Sadly the girl, Pauline Yeo, a student at a local boarding school, Carrington Chase, had been mortally injured when she was hit by a car.
The parents were in Hong Kong at the time and they were not expected to arrive in the UK before the girl passed.
Freya was horrified that a twelve year old girl was going to die alone and she was further angered by the fact that the girls school weren’t prepared to send anyone to be with Pauline as she slipped away.
It was Freya who sat with her through the night and was holding her hand as she died.
She really wanted to tell the Yeo’s how appallingly the school had behaved to Pauline but couldn’t bring herself to impose on their grief.
So she decided instead to try to get the interest of the newspapers but even the “Sunday News” a paper known less than affectionately as the “Sunday Screws” brushed her off.
She was given the name of a freelance journalist Bob Philips who was renowned for being tenacious and he took all the information,
a copy of the medical file, a sworn statement by the attending physician Dr Gossage and most damning of all the recording of the telephone conversation with the headmistress Ms Hardacre, and wrote the story but even he was blocked at every turn.
And the words of the headmistress Ms Hardacre echoed in her head.
“This school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And clearly those friends were being well employed.
So she used her powers of divination and could foresee a solution for Freya had a wealthy and powerful friend of her own.
(Part Two)
James Boazman was one of her private patients, or more accurately Amanda Boazman was the recipient of her nursing skills and during her time at the house James benefited from Freya’s other talents.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
“Hello James” she said as he opened the door
“Freya! What a wonderful surprise” James said “Come in”
His poor wife Amanda had passed away some weeks before and she noticed the change in him immediately, the strain had left his eyes and the weight had left his shoulders.
They sat in the lounge and Freya made an impassioned plea for help about how she wanted to give the story to the papers and the way it was being blocked by powerful friends of the school.
Then she played him the recording of the conversation with the headmistress.
“No one at that school cared enough about that poor girl” she said “they were heartless”
“Which journalist did you give the story to?” he asked
“Bob Philips” she replied
“I know Bob, he’s a good man and if he says he’s being blocked then he is being blocked” James said “and someone is definitely using their influence”
He paused for a moment and then said
“However I own the Sunday News”
So when everything was settled, James asked something of her, although there was no suggestion of any quid pro quo.
“Could we make love one last time?”
She was reluctant, she had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
“When Amanda was alive and we did it, I felt guilty, I felt it was a betrayal”
He went on
“Now I am alone and I could enjoy you guilt free”
“Ok” Freya said as she stood up and took his hand.
Freya led him upstairs to the bedroom where she had nursed Amada.
As soon as they got in the room Freya kicked off her shoes and then steered James to the bed and began undoing his trousers.
After undoing the belt and releasing the button she yanked down the zip and his trousers which descended quickly to his ankles.
Freya then grabbed the waistband of his pants and removed their contents.
She sank to her knees and her mouth engulfed his organ
"oh Freya” he said in blissful enjoyment.
However after a minute or so and before he reached the point of no return he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He kicked his pants and trousers away and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Now it’s your turn” he said and he gleefully removed every item until the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the strawberry blonde hair was completely naked.
The pale skinned topography of pink flushed flesh interrupted by a neat ginger triangle
“Now get on the bed,” she ordered and in response James kissed her moistly on the mouth which was quickly curtailed
“I said get on the bed” she reiterated, “I’m the expert remember, so get on the bed”
He obliged and climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on his back
“And take your socks off” she added a request to which he complied
Freya then climbed on the bed and then on him and with practised expertise impaled herself on him like a piece of meat on a skewer and out of gratitude she rode him until they both reached a satisfying guilt free crescendo.
Afterwards as he watched Freya redressing he let out a low sigh of contentment.
A week later the Sunday News ran a story on the front page headlined “Scandalous Neglect at Carrington Chase”
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