He visited her religiously every weekend. By now she was able to speak clearly, although her voice was a little hoarse. He brought her books about the Crusades and one about the SOE. He taught [more…]
He had been sitting in A&E for long hours and it was now 09:30. He had watched them wheel her out them to an operating theatre and she had come back, still on the trolly [more…]
She was discharged from hospital after two weeks and Jean-Claude was there to take her home and carry her kit. She was very weak and frightened like a little girl. She said the worst pain [more…]
She was staying in a small conference facility southeast of Sheffield and in the heart of the Peak District. The bar was empty apart from the Latvian barman. A wall mounted TV was in the [more…]
She met Bartlett in the Costa Coffee at Victoria underground. She was extremely nervous about the meeting and saw him inside. She went to shake his hand, but he hugged her and led her towards [more…]
Afarin opened her eyes. There was a bright light behind the curtains, and she could hear Jean-Claude in the kitchen. This is my house. There are many like it up here on the hill, but [more…]
The morning flight from Tel Aviv landed at Heathrow at 10:30. Afarin collected her hand baggage from the overhead locker and made her way to the exit. As soon as she stepped off the aircraft [more…]
Going Home Afarin and Heyfa were in their favourite place, Heyfa’s bed. It was one of those gentle moments where nothing else matters in the whole world, just the two of them. They were saying [more…]
Time to hide behind the sofa again. Contains descriptions of a sexual nature. Afarin devoured Heyfa’s body with her eyes. She marvelled at just how lovely the female body was. Not hers of course. She [more…]
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