Heather's Busy Week Pt. 02

By Limey Lady

Deliberately avoiding lovey-dovey relationships, Heather’s spell at university has been enjoyable indeed. Of course it helps that her looks and to-die-for body attract lusty admiration from nearly everyone she ever meets.

Now, late April, she is into the final term of her three year course. She is about to be awarded a coveted “starred first” and believes she is highly experienced in every bedroom game ever invented; highly experienced and almost (but not quite) sated. If it wasn’t for her overactive libido, she might even consider having a couple of months of celibacy, to further her final revision.

Unfortunately, as well as being blessed with a huge libido, Heather is also blessed with the ability to get into pickles and scrapes. In fact she can be a bit of a Jonah. So far she’s usually managed to keep bad luck out of her undergraduate carrying ons. But she’s not to know what lies in wait for her over the next seven days.

During the busiest week of her life, Heather finds herself confronting drug dealers and undergoing police interrogation. She also finds time to take seven different lovers, all of them more than just once, some of them on multiple occasions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jul 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311724861

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 02

By LimeyLady

Copyright M C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2016

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter Three - A trip to the police station

Chapter Four - An afternoon with Alex

Author’s note

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CHAPTER THREE

(Saturday, 20th April 2002)

Rita joined Heather on the ancient leather settee. They sat with their arms around each other while Alex took his phone call. Not that he got to say a lot beyond hello. Heather could hear his sister's voice jabbering away at the other end, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Half-hearing gibberish was, it seemed, par for the course tonight. Abandoning all attempts to translate, she watched Alex's face instead. If she read his expression correctly, he went from cautious, through curious to mild relief.

And seeing that really was a relief. Rita's tender attentions had banished her worries, but not forever. Her worries had returned when she learned the caller's ID. Returned big-time.

Sad cow’s got it in for me, she’d thought. She must have.

‘So we're in the clear,' Alex said enigmatically.

Carrie jabbered away again. This time Alex started to smile. ‘Forgive me for this,' he put in (when finally given chance), 'but I don't give a stuff about your friend Ross. They can throw away the key as far as I'm concerned.'

Carrie had one last jabber before hanging up. Grinning his blinding grin, Alex enlarged. ‘Like we saw for ourselves, the hotel manager called the cops as well as an ambulance. While the paramedics attended to Robert, one of the cops got up on the stage. He said they'd arrested a pusher and wanted witness statements from everybody who’d been offered a deal. He also said he wasn't asking for grasses; this was a serious case that might end up as manslaughter or even murder.'

‘My God,' said Rita. 'Don't say the lad died.'

‘Er, I don't know. I didn't get opportunity to ask.' Alex shrugged, obviously aware he'd messed up. 'Anyway, about ten witnesses came forward straightaway. The cop said that was enough to be going on with and the party was over. Everyone else could give names and addresses, then they were free to go. Everyone apart from Carrie, that is. She was staying whether she liked it or not.

‘She said the hotel staff had locked Ross in their secure room; the one where they keep the safe. The cops spoke to her in a small office next door. Two hours of brutal interrogation, she said it was. Two hours and she told them eff all. That's typical of her, by the way. She has an acute sense of self-preservation.'

‘And?' Heather prompted.

‘And they accepted what she told them. Wrote it up for her as a statement, which she signed. Then they got friendly. They said they'd been in touch with their colleagues in Leeds, where Ross is under surveillance. They call him The Professor over there. They’ve been watching him because he’s suspected of manufacturing, which he’s supposed to be very good at. He’s not very good at selling, though. That’s how they got onto him. Apparently he does most of it himself. If he had any common sense he’d sell big quantities to wholesalers, who’d shift it on through smaller dealers. Not him; he gets personally involved. More often than not, he targets students. Gives them free samples . . .'

‘Tasters,' said Heather.

‘. . . and invites them to buy a proper hit if they like what they’ve tried. According to Carrie, the Leeds cops were pissed off by our boys nicking him before they were ready. They're probably raiding his house at this very minute.'

‘So they've got him by the short and curlies,' Rita anticipated. 'Witnesses here, manufacturing gear in his bedroom