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Secrets by hypnosis in a skimpy black swimsuit (Rousse)

Posted on March 3, 2019 by

The power of the hypnotist was such that I couldn’t remember my taxi journey to the theatre. I could, however, recall standing in a revealing skimpy black swimsuit spilling every secret of the vast fortune that I had accumulated over … Continue reading →

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Sacrifices for the Secret Service (Rousse)

Posted on January 31, 2019 by

SC lost all her privacy the day that she was captured by the Secret Service. It was unclear whether they planned to retrain her as a spy, or that she was simply a person of interest to them. However, from … Continue reading →

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The Fringe, Finchley, and frightening fiction (Rousse)

Posted on November 5, 2018 by

One of the women at the café table turned to me and asked how I was enjoying my annual trip up to Edinburgh and the fringe festival. I politely explained that I was a resident of this fine city, so … Continue reading →

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A secretive cold rice pudding home-coming (Rousse)

Posted on October 3, 2018 by

EH and I returned together from the book group meeting in West Lothian. We hailed a taxi to take us Steventon, then caught a number 11 bus that was en route to Tranent via Edinburgh city centre. Back at home … Continue reading →

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Bigamous wife to lose inheritance (Rousse)

Posted on July 23, 2018 by

I was intensely jealous that TPR was courting our university friend HB, and worried that he would leave everything to her, rather than to me. There was, however, a more tricky issue regarding the inheritance. I had bigamously ‘married’ TPR … Continue reading →

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Hexham cocktail bar kidnapping (Rousse)

Posted on June 12, 2018 by

My mother and sister S ordered cocktails at £150 a shot in a posh bar in Hexham. I knocked the drinks over because they had been delivered to a brown leather sofa cushion. When I complained to the staff that … Continue reading →

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Breaking bad in Edinburgh (Rousse)

Posted on May 25, 2018 by

I finally gave into Jesse Pinkman’s pleading, picked up the silver automatic Volvo at Picardy Place, and accepted the stolen mobile phone. We would cook with Badger in an empty house off Pilrig Street. For the time being it was … Continue reading →

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