Angie Baby

By Limey Lady

Angie is eighteen with an inadequate self-image. Tall, broad-shouldered and built like a man, she doesn't think anyone will ever want her.

But oh, isn't she wrong!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Oct 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370491919

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 . . .

Book preview

Angie Baby

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2017

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 One - Silent Witness

Chapter Two - Bobby

Chapter Three - A Friendly Drink

Chapter Four - Coffee for Two

Chapter Five - A Lift Home

Chapter Six - Car Sex

Chapter Seven - More Car Sex

Chapter Eight - A Commitment

Author’s Note

Other Books by LimeyLady

Chapter One

It was the first sixth form disco of 1997 and Angie had spent the last half hour in the ladies’ toilets. Not that she was some sort of perv . . .

Well, not that she classed herself as some sort of perv. No, if she classed herself as anything, perv would be last on the list; even if some of her so-called schoolmates did judge books by their covers.

And even if book covers were sometimes a fair guide.

Angie did her best to smile at her reflection in the long mirror above the line of hand basins. As always her best effort went unrewarded. Smiling wasn’t her thing. No matter how hard she tried she ended up looking like she was glowering or snarling . . . or ready to rip some poor innocent’s heart out.

Why oh why did she have to take after her dad! Her mum was a tall five-ten, slender and slinky with a natural tan and the ability to eat like a horse without ever putting on an ounce. Dad was an ex-rugby player with an oft-broken nose, cauliflower ears and the loudest voice in Christendom. He was also a touch over six-five and at least the same again across his shoulders. Even now, well into his forties, he turned out for The Vets and regularly smashed much younger opponents into the muddy turf.

If only she could have had half of Mum’s genes!

Okay, so she did have a straight nose and her ears were all right. Thank heavens for small mercies!

Struggling to be uncritical, Angie assessed herself.

She was tall; a shade over six feet. Her shoulders were slightly narrower than Dad’s. And, while she’d inherited Mum’s eating ability . . . never putting on a gram, never mind an ounce . . . she still tilted the scales at thirteen stones four.

If she wanted she could have rocked The Vets’ opponents out there on the rugby pitch as easily as Dad did. She could have rocked the much younger First IV’s opponents too. And deep inside she’d probably have enjoyed doing that.

Yet deep inside lurked a warm, sensitive person; it was a shame that very few people had ever seen past the face she showed to the world.

Her deliberately makeup-free face, topped off with a number one skinhead; that was what people saw and reacted to.

Yes, people reacted to the scary face of her.

Dad had always called Angie big-boned and he might even have been right. She’d always been a lot bigger than other girls her age, as well