Free Lone Female by Clarissa Fenton Page B

parched .
     
    'I never done that
to anyone.'
     
    She laughed. 'Nice try, Carl. Enjoy sleeping
with the nonces in prison.'
     
    I wasn't going to let her scare me with that.
     
    'If you think that's what I've been doing
then try and find them.'
     
    She got up to go. 'We will, Carl. We
will...although...I'd be willing to help you out if you help me out.'
     
    A flicker of hope leapt up inside me.
     
    'What do you mean?'
     
    'Maybe we can come to some...arrangement?'
     
    Then she leaned in as if to kiss me, closing
her eyes and opening her mouth as I moved my head forward. I could smell her
perfume and the deeper, feminine scent coming from her hair. Then at the last
second she pulled back, laughing, and swished out of the door.
     
    'See you, Carl.'
     
    Then the door slammed shut. What a mad
bitch...though in a way, I couldn't help liking her despite all she'd done. I
reckon it was only me getting nicked that stopped me getting worse and worse,
and God knows what I'd have ended up doing if I'd carried on.
     
    As it turned out, things didn't go as badly
as they could have done. They never did pin any sex offences on me, though they
tried, but none of the women I'd had it off with on the IPO jobs came forward.
All they managed to get me on was three counts of impersonating a police
officer, theft of articles from the film studios (that was my uniform), and
driving with false plates. I still got a year in prison though; the magistrate
was a right cow and had it in for me from the outset. I reckon she was gagging
for it anyway.
     
    So here I am, in D Wing, Cell 405, Her
Majesty's Prison, Redfield . Writing all this down so
you can have a good laugh at what an idiot I've been. The one thing I really
regret was not getting it together with Mandy, but I reckon when I get out I
might have another crack at her; after all, the worst she can do is tell me to
get stuffed. It's not so bad in here, really, just bloody boring. I haven’t
been raped in the showers or anything; if anything like that goes on then they
keep it well under wraps because I haven’t seen it. I had to see a shrink as
part of it as well; he's a bit of a twat really. I thought he'd come out with
all sorts of crap about how I wasn't potty trained properly or something but he
reckons I've got some sort of compulsion to dress up and pretend to be someone
else; said I ought to take up acting.
     
    The funny thing is, they're putting a play on
here, the priest bloke, the padre they call him, is running it and I decided to
have a go in it, and I feel bloody great when I get up on that stage. I might
even take it up professionally when I get out; Christ knows what other kind of
job I'll be able to get. It's a murder mystery, Agatha Christie or some crap
like that, and they've even managed to get a real murderer to play the
murderer. I'm playing the butler, though at first the padre asked me to play
the policeman and then everyone cracked up laughing.
     
    I told them to fuck off.
     

 
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    Also by Clarissa Fenton published by
Cavendish Velvet for Kindle:
     
    Sara’s Secret
     
    Successful career girl Sara Marshall has a
secret: she is a member of a highly select group of women from London's rich
and beautiful elite who meet to turn their fantasies into reality...but when
Sara makes the mistake of getting emotionally involved with one of the
hand-picked men paid to 'entertain' her, she is drawn into a world of blackmail
and deception - which could prove deadly...
     
    Sara’s Secret is also available
in three separate, self-contained parts:
     
    The Belgravia Club
     
    Belgravia County
     
    Danger in Belgravia
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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