Diversion - PicFic Tuesday, 2/28/17
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Some mild het for this first Monday in March.
The very late conclusion to my two previous Huddlescombe stories:
Huddlescombe Society for the Prevention of Moral Turpitude
Delight
As the knock sounded, Napoleon’s mouth broke into a grin of anticipation. He smoothed the front of his red silk robe and crossed to the door. His smile faltered at the sight of a stout, gray-haired chambermaid.
“Mr. Solo?” she asked. He nodded, his eyes darting up and down the otherwise empty hotel corridor.
The woman held out a brown paper parcel. “Compliments of Miss Leyla.”
Napoleon accepted the package with reluctance. The paper crackled as the lightweight contents shifted in his grasp. “Thank you.”
Diversion
Link takes you to the Map Room
The very late conclusion to my two previous Huddlescombe stories:
Huddlescombe Society for the Prevention of Moral Turpitude
Delight
As the knock sounded, Napoleon’s mouth broke into a grin of anticipation. He smoothed the front of his red silk robe and crossed to the door. His smile faltered at the sight of a stout, gray-haired chambermaid.
“Mr. Solo?” she asked. He nodded, his eyes darting up and down the otherwise empty hotel corridor.
The woman held out a brown paper parcel. “Compliments of Miss Leyla.”
Napoleon accepted the package with reluctance. The paper crackled as the lightweight contents shifted in his grasp. “Thank you.”
Diversion
Link takes you to the Map Room