Since You've Been Gone

By Limey Lady

Free at last from the restrictions of home life, Angie arrives at university eager to learn. And she's certainly chosen the right place!, With almost immediate effect, she starts meeting like-minded women, all keen to help her ongoing education.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Nov 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370184514

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Since You’ve Been Gone

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2017

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Welcome to the Union Bar

Chapter Two - Charlie

Chapter Three - Christening the bed

Chapter Four - Lesbians’ Corner

Chapter Five - Saturday

Chapter Six - Billie

Chapter Seven - Sex in silence

Chapter Eight - Meeting Madhu

Chapter Nine - Angie’s early night

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

(September 1997)

Angie hadn’t been in the Union Bar until now. Months ago, when she’d visited and been shown round the campus it hadn’t been open; nor had any of the three other bars on site. If her memory served her correctly, the Union wasn’t the biggest student drinking venue but it had looked the most promising.

So here she was.

And seen now, at six o’clock on a Friday evening, it looked more promising than ever.

Today was the first day of the rest of Angie’s life. Today was the day she became an undergraduate.

Well, almost. Freshers’ Week would begin on Monday. Ahead of the weekend her parents had driven her a hundred and odd miles north, into the depths of darkest Lancashire. Then they helped her unload her belongings into a rather Spartan room in halls. And then they’d insisted on buying her lunch in a local pub before leaving her to acclimatize.

How exciting was that!

Although she loved her parents dearly, fleeing the nest was a big deal for Angie. Okay, so she’d had to make a million promises she wouldn’t do drugs, but being free at last was well worth it.

And, beer, wine and grass aside, she didn’t do drugs anyway; in fact she had no inclination. Six pints of Guinness could get her in trouble enough. Why complicate matters?

Entering the Union she was first smitten by loud music: Rainbow advising the world that they got the same old dream, same time every night.

Casting around she saw that the room was perhaps three-quarters full, mostly with people about her age. Lots of video machines lined a wall to her right: more recent ones mingled with Space Invaders and Pac-Man. Ahead of her there was a pool table, its occupants arguing about the rules.

‘We don’t do it this way down Bristol,’ one of them was saying, dragging out Bristol into fourteen or more letters, and with a W or two thrown in for good luck. Beyond them were three darts boards with stuffing exploding around the treble twenties.

Most of the nervous freshers had formed small groups, she noted, some standing, others sitting at tables. And, closeted away from the madding crowd, two slightly older guys were in the far corner, huddled over a chess board like Spassky and Fischer.

Freaking great, thought Angie, breathing in ale fumes and cigarette smoke. I can do this. I really can.

Then the music changed and David Bowie reminded her that Ziggy played guitar.

Sheer ecstasy! Even if the jukebox didn’t have anything else worthwhile on it, Angie was hooked.