Such a Sweet Surrender

By Limey Lady

Viola had felt temptation growing for the last couple of years. She'd come to university believing all girls were straight and had been amazed to discover that was by no means the case. She'd also been increasingly intrigued by all the girly goings-on.

Now into her final year she has a decision to make. Should she muddle on as always, sitting on the fence, or should she do something about her ever-growing curiosity; should she open the box?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Aug 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370144099

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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Such a Sweet Surrender

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 – Alone in bed

Chapter Two – Meanwhile, elsewhere

Chapter Three - Viola

Chapter Four – Agreeing to date

Chapter Five – Early in the Union Bar

Chapter Six – The date

Chapter Seven – Getting closer

Chapter Eight - Surrender

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(Saturday 12th October 2002)

What’s that saying about the best laid plans, Katie wondered. Well, I’m obviously neither a mouse nor a man, but I guess tonight they have gone awry.

Lying there, alone in her bed, she chuckled. It was after four in the morning, her big birthday bash was over and she should have been knocking out zeds for England. But she simply could not sleep. And it wasn’t a short-term sort of a thing. Oh no, she felt as if she would never be tired again.

Maybe it was those plans of hers. As hostess with the mostest she had intended to stay sober and in control. She had also intended to stay chaste (for a change!) and thoroughly tidy up after all of her guests had gone.

To quote Meat Loaf, "two out of three ain’t bad."

Staying sober had been surprisingly easy. Katie had limited herself to one small glass of wine an hour and kept it at that. She had also limited herself to birthday kisses and no more, heroically turning down quite a few bawdy propositions. But, as for the thorough tidying up . . .

Her guests had started to drift off around two o’clock, most of them in pairs, no doubt leaving with bawdiness in mind. That is to say the majority of her guests had started to drift off. Sadly, a handful of stragglers were still in her lounge even now. She blamed that on her housemates, who had boyfriends" with them, and short-notice boyfriends at that. The other stragglers had sort of adhered to the two new couples, clearly intending to keep on partying until the cows came home.

Or, failing the arrival of the dairy herd, until the very last drop of booze had been consumed.

So that was Katie’s Saturday morning lined up; vacuuming carpets and washing hundreds of dirty glasses.

Katie wasn’t really bothered about the aftermath. Her party had gone as well as possible; there hadn’t been any fights, fall-outs or overdoses and everyone had enjoyed themselves immensely. What did a bit of extra housework matter after a success like that?

Right now she only wished she’d had more to drink and accepted a bawdy proposition or two.

No, she wished she’d accepted Heather’s (relatively) bawdy proposition.

Shit fire and save matches, Heather had propositioned her!

Well, she had as good as.

Sighing, Katie wondered what had come over them in so public a situation.

I’d rather go for it with yours truly, the black-haired beauty had said, not really proposing any one thing in particular, leaving her hostess to jump to conclusions. The yes or no is up to you.

Like on the spot or what!

And what had sweet, innocent Katie said in response? Conscious of her other guests yet tempted in a way she’d never been tempted before . . . tempted in spite of her world-famous straightness . . .

Well she’d only gone and set up a date with