Pollianna : The lady who brings you joy

Here she was, outside the cafe Its freezing, but she was warmly dressed in a pair of knee high boots, a pair of leggings and a warm fleece jacket over one of her favourite roll neck jumpers. Her breath hangs in front of her face, its so cold, stamping her feet to keep warm “Susie,” She spins round to see him walking sprightly in her direction. she'd seen a pic of him and spoken to him, but this is the first time she met him. Let me explain. 'I'm a business woman, ' she thought 'I have various businesses interests and two of them need help. My writing, I do seems to becoming stale and my therapy sessions I offer, whilst are growing are not expanding as fast as I like. Enter Paul. He's a freelance business adviser, he's 32 and has run 4 or 5 successful ventures in the Truro area for the last 10 years. I came across him through the Cornish Enterprise Initiative, that puts people who need help, like me in touch with people who can help like him.' He loo

I rang the door bell and waited........’come on’ I thought.....’what’s taking so long’ You answered the door obviously expecting someone else....not that I was complaining.... your blouse was undone and I could see the white lace of your bra against your suntanned skin...’very nice’ I thought and struggled not to let a smile develop. ‘Oh...umm It’s you......’ you looked embarrassed for a moment ‘you’d best come in. I wasn’t expecting you so early!’ You stepped back from the door, quickly did up your buttons and glanced up at me....and that’s when I caught that look in your eye! Mmmmm very nice indeed. ‘I’ve made some changes to the bedroom since your last visit but it shouldn’t make much difference to the quote. Just let me know if it’s going to cost anymore won’t you’ you said lightly as you led me to your room. As I stepped past you I caught the faintest whiff of your perfume mixed with the fragrance of your freshly laundered cotton blouse..... Boy, you smell good. I immediately noti

Pollianna got a call from Jenkins, at the estate agents early on Saturday morning. She'd been looking for a new flat to rent for sometime. This particular agency hadn't given her much to view, but she felt she should turn up as promised. Jenkins was rather a dishy guy, she thought as she admired him from afar. Early thirties, quality suit, polished shoes, interesting colour of tie to go with his pastel lilac shirt. It was blue! ' I wouldn't say no to him,' she thought. Well at least she thought she thought it. They went in, it was a small two bedroom flat, large living area and separate kitchen. He smelt nice too, Pollianna remarked to herself as he stood close to her a few times during the viewing. She wasn't sure, but was his hand touching hers a couple of times? "Do you like the smaller properties, Ms Richards?" he inquired. "Oh, yes," she replied "they are so intimate, don't you think." She clasped her hands in front of her