I have been asked when I started writing stories. It was about a year ago. Ella was not the frist one, but it is the one I am addmitting to for now.
Ella is not one lady. Ella from the first story, apart from the name, it is all true.
Ella in the hotel; she was another person; one that I have known much longer. The hotel is just outside of Swindon.
Ella’s gift; the Japanese hostess was a lady I was working with. One weekend we went to a country inn. It was not the lady I was with that was all dressed up. Yes we did bath together, no there was no sex, and yes we did sleep in the same room. Could there have been? May be, perhaps we both wanted it, but that weekend has remained in by mind for such a long time.
Do you write stories or read them. Does that tell you something about yourself?
I know I would never tell anyone in the other world. I know I have been posting for more that I expected to. The other story is far more 'hopeful'. It contains fact, but full of things I know will not happen.
