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Again I'd like to thank my many readers who take to the time to write to me and encourage me to continue in my writings. I love hearing from you. I do hope I have replied to all of you, if not I do apologies. Wherever you reside do have a nice day/night Regards Lisa

Steven John Pritchard, my former boss. Looking back I still can't see what I ever saw in him, or how easily I'd been led and duped...I'd been a stupid and naïve girl. He was a married man around fifty and had nothing going for him...I mean nothing going for him. If he'd had the looks of some movie star or athlete, then perhaps I could excuse myself for being duped...but he had nothing. Thin hawk like face, and receding hair, he parted it to make the most use of what was left of it, trying hard to spread it over the bald surface. His body matched his looks, slim to skinny and only an inch or so taller than me. He was married to the boss's daughter, who was around the same age as he was and like him had absolutely nothing going for her. She was tubby, going towards fat, hair always a mess, with the family money she had it had always surprised me she had not tried to make better of herself. I could just imagine her at home, sitting on the settee, watching TV and stuffing herself with chocolates, all the time getting bigger and bigger. Me...well I can't say I was an oil painting myself, but I had a bit of ...

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