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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