Heather's Busy Week Pt. 04

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: 9781311281746

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. 04

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 Seven - Heather bonds with Eleanor

Chapter Eight - A night in a hotel room

Chapter Nine - Back to the police station

Chapter Ten - Heather goes 40 overs with Gill

Author’s note

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CHAPTER SEVEN

(Sunday, 21st April 2002)

‘Guess what?' said Rita as she came back into the hospital waiting room. 'Alex won't leave his sister's side. You'll have to go one at a time.'

‘I'd better go last.' Mother smiled. 'I might have to drag him out by the ear.'

The nurse had a put-upon air about her now, doubtless thanks to Alex. Heather followed her through a maze of corridors and into a small room. Or maybe it seemed small because it was packed with machinery.

‘I'll knock after five minutes,' the nurse said, pulling the door to.

There was a hospital bed in the middle of the room. Alex was kneeling beside it on the only free patch of floor, holding Carrie's hand. He didn't look up when Heather arrived and she had no idea what to say. Instead of babbling something inane she stood in the wings, taking in the scene.

Machines everywhere. And brand-spanking-new machines at that. God only knew what they were all for, but they had to be minutely monitoring every bodily function known to man- and womankind. She switched her attention to the figure in the bed. Carrie's mouth was covered by an oxygen mask. There was a spaghetti junction of tubes and wires around her, a few of them attached to visible parts, others sprouting from under the bedsheets. The only piece of kit Heather recognized for certain was a good, old-fashioned drip.

Carrie was, as the doctor had warned, sedated. Her chest was moving steadily and, as far as Heather could tell, all about her was stable. She tried to recall anything Dr Strickland had said about treatment, but couldn't. He had said everything had been going in the wrong direction at first, though. So surely the treatment would be to stop the trends and then reverse them until they went back to normal? She edged closer and peered at the machine displays. It was hard to tell, not knowing what the machines were or what was normal, but at least all the readings were steady.

Only then, having exhausted the room's supply of mysteries and possibilities, did reality sink in.

Good grief, I'm going to shag the twins’ mother!

The thought of backing out never occurred. She didn't do backing out. And besides, she was wetting herself already. As per always. Talk about excited.

The rap on the door couldn't have come soon enough. Muttering, 'I’ll see you back there,' to Alex, she again followed the nurse and effectively swapped places with Mother, who set off with purpose in her stride.

‘Well?' said Rita.

‘Well what? How do I think she's doing? It's hard to say, but she looks okay. And I didn't get a word out of Alex. He's either praying or communicating with her by ESP.'

‘I don't mean Carrie, I mean her mother. And don't try to hand me off. She started drooling the moment she clapped eyes on you.'

‘Did she?' said Heather, innocently.

‘Hev . . . this is me, Rita. I know a hot and horny dyke when I see one. And that dyke is more than ready to self-combust.'

‘Rita, she's at her daughter's bedside. Her very seriously ill daughter's bedside. I doubt she's thinking about anything else right now. And she's probably not a dyke, anyway.'

‘I was watching her face. When Doctor Sexy-Arse said Carrie had pulled through, unscathed, she crossed herself. Then she devoured you with those wicked eyes of hers. Like it or lump it, babe, you are her preferred option for celebrating good news.'

‘Sorry Rita, but you're imagining this.'

‘So she didn't get you alone in here to make propositions?'

‘No.'

‘You'll be sleeping with me and Alex tonight, then?'

‘I can't, I need an early night.'

‘Bollocks!'

Heather had to laugh.

And Rita couldn't keep up the confrontational front. 'I'm not saying I wouldn't go for it myself,' she said, 'I wouldn’t rule it out altogether. But isn't she a bit old?'

‘I'll answer that tomorrow. Here's the cover story for Alex. His mother has booked into a hotel but doesn't know where it is. She doesn't trust local taxi drivers, either. Armed with multiple black belts, I see it as my duty to escort her. You meanwhile, need a hot curry as a matter of urgency . . .'

‘This is going to cost you, Heather Hunter. Whatever happens with you and Alex next Friday, I want at least five more dates.’

‘Five! On top