The village of Brocklington was about
six miles downstream of the River Deighton and was where Marian Yacoub was the post mistress.
She
was a rather plain middle-aged woman just the wrong side of 40, who was quite
small and slim, choosing to dress in all black, and was a very stern looking
woman, who rarely smiled, with Short brown hair and wire rimmed spectacles over
which she peers superciliously at all and sundry.
The general consensus in the village
was that she was a dried up old spinster, but Pete Smith, landlord of the
Mulberry Tree, knew that still waters
ran deep and that there was more to the harsh faced Post Mistress than met the
eye, because she was also his mistress.
He knew
what lay beneath the drab exterior of her black attire, though everyone
believed she wore thick black tights, he knew she only ever wore stockings, and
her underwear, when she chose to wear any, was always black and always sexy.
Pete also
knew you should never judge a book by its cover and if the poisonous clique in
the village knew her as he did they would have known there was nothing cold, or
dried up about her, but having said that he would not want any of them to share
her bed, or her heart, as he did.
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