Three Times a Lady

By Limey Lady

Finishing Sixth Form was always going to be the end of an era. Old friends lost forever and all that. True to form, Angie marks leaving with a whole load of new beginnings. And "three" really is the magic word . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370227174

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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Three Times a Lady

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 - A final exam

Chapter Two - Making friends

Chapter Three - Toy time

Chapter Four - Taking big steps

Chapter Five - Four become three

Chapter Six - Shopping

Chapter Seven - Caught!

Chapter Eight - The inevitable happens

Chapter Nine - Friends ever after

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(June 1997)

The old Temperance Hall was packed with anxious sixth form students from three different schools, a lot of them ready to take their last-ever A-level exam. The final Physics paper kicked off at 9am. Two and a half hours later, in many cases, it would be the end of the trail.

Well okay, so would-be chemists had another sitting to endure tomorrow, but that was their hard luck, wasn’t it?

Angie wasn’t a chemist and wasn’t particularly anxious. Today was definitely a last-ever for her as far as A-levels were concerned. It was also icing on the Physics cake. She was sure that she’d already done enough to pass; for her this final paper only served to decide if she got an A or a B.

Naturally she wanted an A but her future didn’t depend on it. Consequently there was no need to fret.

No, while most of her contemporaries sweated nervously, waiting for the off, she fretted about her sex life instead.

Sex had become very important to Angie, so her concerns weren’t exactly irrelevant.

Officially she had one girlfriend. Sandra was black, athletic and the nicest girl she could ever hope to meet. In theory she couldn’t have asked for anything more. But in practice she had other girlfriends, both of them top secret.

Yes, not one extra lover on the side but two. Greedy or what!

Or was she just incredibly lucky?

Juggling the trio was tricky but fun, even if it was sometimes difficult to remember who knew what. Not in the heat of the moment, anyway. It was easy enough to work out what to and what not to say when she wasn’t on heat but, in the throes of passion . . .

Well, it was only too easy to shout out the wrong name.

Not that she ever had.

Not yet.

‘Thank you ladies and gentlemen,’ the Invigilator said, breaking into Angie’s rambling thoughts. ‘Your time starts now. Please feel free to turn over your papers.’

Being an exemplary student Angie had worked her way through all of the exam questions set over the last decade, answering them in depth again and again. The usual format was more familiar than the back of her hand. But today something was wrong. For an agonizing moment or two she simply sat and stared. Then she looked at the cover sheet more closely, expecting to find she’d been given her copy in some foreign language; Latvian, maybe, or perhaps Swahili.

She swallowed a groan as she realized the text was in English. And, glancing around, she saw other examinees were already pulling their hair in despair.

Be rational, she told herself sternly. You only have to answer five of the questions. Pick out the ones you know best, and give them your all.

And try to forget that your banker . . . the one about vectors that’s been in all the last ten papers . . . is nowhere to be seen.

You’re good enough, girl; just do it.

Duly motivated she began and time flew by until she hit the wall. Checking her watch she found she had forty minutes to answer one more question. But the remaining options were lousy. Hedging, she re-read the answers she’d already written, making amendments as she went along, perhaps saving herself a couple of lost points.

Looking up for a second she noticed that the hall was more than half empty. Most of the hair-pullers had already given up and gone.

But bugger them. She was on the verge of an A and wanted it so badly it hurt. She wasn’t going to cut and run. No, she needed to pick the easiest of the unanswered