The Initiation of Phoebe Page 9
by Regina Green
I left the crumpled housemaid’s uniform lying across my bed. No explanation was needed. I stuffed the pair of white lace stockings into my bag, though. In that plain little room nothing else was mine to take, but I looked around for a minute with a wistful eye, particularly at the bed, the scene of those early amorous experiences at Flo’s and Jake’s hands—never to be repeated now—before I hurried down the stairs.
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