Bag lady shook it carefully with her cold wet hand and said, "Margaret Smith." For the first time for a while Margaret smiled at the incongruity of the situation. When her bottom touched the bottom of the bath she winced but the Colonel still ignored it. Worked as a secretary for the electricity company for ten years. Gave up the secretary's job when my mother fell ill. If you decide to stay, you will need to know." Margaret wondered what motive would lie behind the invitation to stay but kept quiet. She was a sprightly old lady and lived alone in this big old place.Such a formal introduction when she was naked and he fully dressed. When she died, I had to look after father in the way he expected. She only used three or four rooms, the kitchen, bathroom and her bedroom.
Knowing there would be few other passengers on an atrocious night like this, he thought there wouldn't be any complaints about her smell. The bag lady looked around but could see nothing except the one light some way along the road.
"Will you let me know when we are at Pennydelset please? I've inherited the old workhouse." "Whatcha starting it up again? Most likely I'll have to get it converted into flats or something." Forty-five minutes later after a tortuous journey around the local villages that took twenty minutes by car, they alighted from the bus at a tiny village with only one small street light. Producing a small torch, the man led the way along a gravel drive.
Synopsis: Margaret, after being abused by her father, is thrown on to the streets.
She is picked up by an ex-Colonel who takes her as his housekeeper mistress for his home, an old workhouse.
What did it matter to him that she had nowhere to go? Muttering, grumbling and swearing more to herself than anyone, the woman picked up the two plastic bags containing all her possessions, pulled her ragged overcoat tighter around her body and shuffled out into the street. While waiting for his wife the owner decided perhaps now was time for him to have a security grill across the recess, like every other shop in the street.
What did it matter to him that it was cold and the rain was blasting its way horizontally along the street? It would save the increasing problem of these down and outs sleeping in his doorway, pissing and leaving rubbish for him to clean up when he arrived for work each morning.
" The man sat near the driver, "I'm fairly new here and don't usually use the bus. " The driver nodded towards the passenger in the back. "It's only about a hundred and fifty yards to the house," he shouted to make himself heard over the wind and rain.
Bag lady now her shivering had ceased from the warmth in the bus, looked fearfully around and wondered if she had done the right thing. It had been bad for some years even since childhood but the last couple of weeks were hell, sheer hell.
Security would come along every few hours and move her. " Startled, the woman looked up at the distinguished looking man waiting for the bus. " the man repeated in a slightly louder and more commanding voice. "I wasn't asking to fuck you woman," annoyance showing in the man's voice, "I was asking if you wanted a bed to sleep in tonight.
I wasn't referring to my bed but I do have a spare room, several in fact.
In any case life with the man couldn't be any worse than it had been at home.