Ode to Joy

By Limey Lady

Viola, only days after "finding her true sexuality" embarks on a date with the scrumptious head of her university's Lesbian Society. And the start to the evening isn't as smooth as she'd hoped. Can things possibly get any better or will her hopes be dashed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jul 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463219638

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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Ode to Joy

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2019

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 - The Dolly Blue

Chapter Two - Connecting

Chapter Three - Growing ever closer

Chapter Four - Joy’s story

Chapter Five - Re-connecting

Chapter Six - Alone at last

Chapter Seven - Taking control

Chapter Eight - Reaping rewards

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(Friday 18th October 2002)

Walking to the Dolly Blue, full of anticipation, Viola regretted her usual day-to-day clobber. If she had known she was going to be invited out on a date she would have dressed rather differently. That is to say, she would have if she’d known she was going to be invited out on the date she couldn’t possibly refuse.

Given the choice she’d have made a totally different decision.

But miracles do happen and, caught unawares, she was stuck with old, frayed jeans, trainers and a sweatshirt which bore the legend that:

CONSTIPATED MATHEMATICIATIANS WORK IT OUT WITH A PENCIL

As if she was a mathematician!

And as if she didn’t have a perfectly good calculator!!

In reality she was a student at a university based in Lancashire, in an old mill town not a million miles away from her home turf of Manchester. She was in her final year; ebony-skinned, allegedly a Naomi Campbell lookalike . . . and she’d just been summoned by the head of the Lesbian Society.

A week ago she wouldn’t have believed it. A week ago she’d been at the most curious and definitely a scaredy cat. Watching a lesbian video online now and then had been as close as she had ever intended to get to that sort of behaviour.

Except her behaviour had changed, and rather abruptly at that.

Hadn’t it just!

It wasn’t so long past four in the afternoon, still light this time of year but only for another hour or two. And her ETA had been accurate. She’d guesstimated ten minutes and was going to get there more or less on the nail.

She didn’t know why, maybe it was because of the identity of her date, but being punctual mattered to Viola. She didn’t want to let anyone down, herself included.

Tits forward and smile, part of her brain reminded her. You’d pass muster anywhere under the sun, and you know it.

Taking a deep breath, she went into the pub and stopped in her tracks. After two years up here at uni she knew every pub in town. But this one, near to her place as it was, had been rarely visited. Back in the day it had been, in all fairness, unappetizing: horrid art deco on the outside, rundown inside. She’d been in once as a fresher, ticked it off her hit-list and left it at that.

Now the place had been transformed. Maybe some ITV makeover team had dropped by and she had missed the show.

Now, although the outside was horrendous as ever, the inside was classy, deep-carpeted and clearly catered for diners before drinkers.

Joy was standing by the bar, a small glass of wine in her right hand as she watched the entrance. Seeing Viola she waved to attract her attention.

Right, as if she wasn’t eye-catchingly gorgeous herself. Why bother with a wave when everybody was looking at her in the first place?

Not that Viola was about to complain. She was only too happy to looked-out-for by far and away the most attractive woman in the establishment, if not the whole town.

‘Hiya, she