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Susie peels the potatoes Mrs Gripe had told her to do hands in cold water back aching the cook moaning in the background Polly by the other sink washing pans Susie wants it to be night-time again wants to be able to put her hands round Polly's waist again to keep out the cold and  to smell Polly's back as she had the night before it was so cold Polly didn't seem to mind her hugging her and secretly kissed her arm while she slept lips to her nightgown covered arm getting warm snuggling there feeling sensual being close to the other maid in the attic bed are you going to be all day peeling those spuds Gripe says need them for dinner wake up girl Susie turns and stares yes Mrs Gripe she says and peels faster with the knife avoiding nicking her thumb as she nearly did just now she glances over to where Polly is working mind elsewhere thoughts on George no doubt wanting him back here not on that hospital far away wish she wanted me in the bed as she does him Susie muses wish she did to me what she did to him wish she kissed me as she kissed him Susie thinks and when you've done there girl go fetch her Ladyship's tray from breakfast and don't slump so and all Susie says is sorry Mrs Gripe I will go.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
I WILL GO 1916.
Susie peels the potatoes Mrs Gripe had told her to do hands in cold water back aching the cook moaning in the background Polly by the other sink washing pans Susie wants it to be night-time again wants to be able to put her hands round Polly's waist again to keep out the cold and  to smell Polly's back as she had the night before it was so cold Polly didn't seem to mind her hugging her and secretly kissed her arm while she slept lips to her nightgown covered arm getting warm snuggling there feeling sensual being close to the other maid in the attic bed are you going to be all day peeling those spuds Gripe says need them for dinner wake up girl Susie turns and stares yes Mrs Gripe she says and peels faster with the knife avoiding nicking her thumb as she nearly did just now she glances over to where Polly is working mind elsewhere thoughts on George no doubt wanting him back here not on that hospital far away wish she wanted me in the bed as she does him Susie muses wish she did to me what she did to him wish she kissed me as she kissed him Susie thinks and when you've done there girl go fetch her Ladyship's tray from breakfast and don't slump so and all Susie says is sorry Mrs Gripe I will go.
A MAID IN THE KITCHEN WITH HER THOUGHTS ELSEWHERE IN 1916.
TerryCollett
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
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