Consequences for a rich girl
Daddy was absolutely livid when he collected me from the Police Station. Daddy’s lawyer made the charges go away but Daddy made it very clear that there would be consequences and a girl can’t exactly argue when her Daddy controls the purse strings. That was why I obediently rang the doorbell of a large but otherwise nonde*********** house in Mayfair. The highly polished front door was opened by a woman about ten years my senior. She had short brown hair and was dressed in black – baggy, military style trousers and a sweatshirt with heavy black boots. She was not a large woman but she moved with that confidence which signals someone who can look after herself. I gave my name and she stood aside so that I could enter. We went through an opulent …