They were sitting in the dusk light of Plaza Real. Linda had always loved the square, even though it had a bad reputation for thieves and muggers. She loved the French neo-classical style, and Gaudi's iron lamps in the centre, the beautiful stone work softening in the early evening light. She had...
I told him that I had taken the day off from work and I'd visited an old friend. I think he must have thought I had done it all to spite him, which wasn't totally true. In his genuinely forgiving manner, Gregory was full of apologies. He had been unkind and inconsiderate, to not at least talk to ...
'Now, no nonsense, my dear. You know it will only mean more trouble for you,' he said as he began to untie her feet. 'Oh yes, and another thing. What do you call me?' as he gently removed the gag from her face. 'Master,' she said, the thought of receiving another whipping forcing the word out of ...