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Snake

in the

Grass



Bitches Series #3





T. R. Robinson





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Cover by: T. R. Robinson

Contents

Preface

1 The Slither

2 The Turn

3. The Spit

4 The Strike

About the Author

Also by T. R. Robinson

Preface



Language: British English including British spelling has been used throughout.



Story basis: Despite being identified as falling within the ‘Biographical Fiction’ genre, this tale is essentially true, though some of the dialogue and thoughts have had to surmised.



Disclaimer: As stated, this tale has been inspired by and is based upon actual events. Therefore, to protect those still living, whether they deserve it or not, as well as the descendants and friends of those referred to, names of people and places have either been changed or omitted.



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1 The Slither



How could I have been so taken in? So fooled? So trusting when deep down I knew better?



I remember the first time she massaged my poor old aching feet. The wonderful relief; the euphoric sensation; the freedom from pain. Could anything have been better or more enjoyable? It all created the promise of, hope for, better things to come. But was it to be? I thought so but ……



On that day my son Gordon and his wife Lucy had been making one of their rare visits to us in our distant country home. They resided in the city where they’d made their home after marriage. I’d been disappointed my son would be so distant but also pleased he’d secured profitable employment after his honourable, successful naval career.



I’d rested back in my chair enjoying all the new sensations that’d been prevalent. For as long as I could remember my feet had troubled me. Probably due to the rough ground we had to constantly traverse to get to our holdings and the long, long walks I undertook when working in the hotel. I’d insisted upon having some employment of my own, if for no other reason than to gain a small pension at the end.

“Thank you dear, that was lovely. I can hardly believe how wonderful my feet feel.” She’d smiled as she got off her knees. A sweet innocent smile, or so it seemed.

“Good. I’ll just go and empty the bowl.”

“All right dear. I’ll just stay here for a while and enjoy this remarkable sensation of pain free feet. It really is wonderful.” She’d smiled again as she left with the bowl in hand. I rested further back, closed my eyes and relished in the relaxation that’d now filled my whole being. It’d really been wonderful.

“Right, that’s done.” She’d returned from emptying the bowl. “I’ll just pop out and fetch your medicine from the pharmacy.”

“That’s kind of you.”

“Anything else you want while I’m at the shops?”

“No thank you dear. Other than my medication I’ve got everything I need.”

“Okay, won’t be long.” She’d then left me to my relaxed enjoyment.



“Hello mum. You okay?”

“Hello Gordon. Yes, I am. I don’t think my feet have ever felt so wonderful.”

“You do look relaxed.”

“Yes, I feel quite sleepy now. Quite unlike me for this time of day. Must be due to Lucy’s ministrations.”

“Good. You’ll be able to have a snooze in a minute. We’re going to have get going if we’re to get back at a decent time.”

“Such a shame you can’t stay longer. But we do understand.”

“Won’t be too long before we’re back again.”

“I’m glad. Your papa and I are getting on and we’d like to see as much of you as possible before it’s too late.”

“Don’t be silly, you’ll both go on for years yet.”

“We don’t know what may happen. It’s in God’s hands.”

“Yes it is. Now, do you know where Lucy is?”

“She’s just popped out to get my medicine. Shouldn’t be long.”


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