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Having put George to bed and after making sure he was asleep Polly goes to the adjoining room where she has the bed which was once set aside for guests. She closes the door and looks around the room. It is the best room she has ever stayed in better by far than the room in the attic she once shared with the other maid Susie. There it was cold and she had to share the bed with Susie who spent a good part of the night hugging her. Now she could sleep in a bed all by herself and a bed comfortable and warm. She wishes she could share George's bed as she used to when he came home on leave from the War but now since his return mentally broken she can only watch as he struggles with his demons and fears and sights seen. But if he hadn't been so attached to her and imagined she was his wife she would still be in the double bed with Susie up in the attic. She undresses and puts on the nightgown and climbs into bed alone. She hugs the pillow and wishes George was there kissing her and making love to her as he used to do in those stolen nights. George asleep in his own bed sees frightful and deadly wartime sights.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
IN BED ALONE 1917.
Having put George to bed and after making sure he was asleep Polly goes to the adjoining room where she has the bed which was once set aside for guests. She closes the door and looks around the room. It is the best room she has ever stayed in better by far than the room in the attic she once shared with the other maid Susie. There it was cold and she had to share the bed with Susie who spent a good part of the night hugging her. Now she could sleep in a bed all by herself and a bed comfortable and warm. She wishes she could share George's bed as she used to when he came home on leave from the War but now since his return mentally broken she can only watch as he struggles with his demons and fears and sights seen. But if he hadn't been so attached to her and imagined she was his wife she would still be in the double bed with Susie up in the attic. She undresses and puts on the nightgown and climbs into bed alone. She hugs the pillow and wishes George was there kissing her and making love to her as he used to do in those stolen nights. George asleep in his own bed sees frightful and deadly wartime sights.
A MAID AND HER EMPOYER'S SON IN 1917.
TerryCollett
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
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