October
In the village Dawn
Durrant 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 peered superciliously at all and
sundry.
The general
consensus in the village was that she was either a Witch or just a dried up old
spinster, but Phil Boocock, landlord of the Black Wolf, 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.
Phil 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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