Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (78) A Solicitor’s Restraint
Pangbourne, Parker and Knowles were a firm of Shallowfield Solicitors with a very good reputation and a varied clientele and they handled a wide variety of legal work and kept a healthy number of Solicitors and large number of staff gainfully employed.
One of whom was 64 year old widow Winifred Knowles, one of the partners, and she was a driven woman and a workaholic, and during a long and successful career where she took no prisoners, the practise was her life and she was known by the staff as the Black Widow.
But in truth her ruthless and uncompromising streak only came to the surface after the loss of her husband whom she adored.
Before the black day of her husband’s death she had been a vibrantly sexy and deeply loving and sensual being.
She met her husband when she was a junior and he was a client.
He was a writer who was suing another author for plagiarism.
Winifred fell for him hard on the day of their first meeting and she could think of little else afterwards and it was obvious to her that he felt the same way, but as the months slipped by nothing happened and she was growing increasingly frustrated, and the case was all but concluded, but being the 1970’s it was considered bad form for the woman to make the first move so she had to take alternative action.
Stephen Sturges sat on a straight backed leather chair at the conference table in the Argyle Suite at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere as he waited for a meeting with his solicitor Winifred Knowles.
He wasn’t sure why the meeting was there and not in her office as all the other occasions, he didn’t ask and he didn’t really care he was just pleased to be seeing her again.
The Argyle Suite was one of the prestige accommodations, very plush, all polished wood paneling and leather upholstery and heavy velvet drapes at the windows, which were drawn.
“Sorry I’m late” she said in her posh plummy tones as the tall, slender and extremely attractive woman strode into the room on her magnificent long legs.
“That’s ok” he responded nervously
Winnie was in her late twenties and wearing a tailored business suit and gold rimmed spectacles.
She sat down in one of the high backed leather chairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen and a document and then slowly went through the salient points, and leaned forward for him to take the document which also allowed him to get a good look inside her gaping blouse.
He took his time because he knew that after a couple of signatures their business would be concluded and he didn’t wish to stop admiring the view.
At their previous meeting she said that everything would be tied up with a bow after their next meeting.
Reluctantly he tore his eyes away for her assets and signed the paper and slid it towards her.
“Excellent” she said
As she put the papers and pen back in her briefcase.
“And that’s all the legal stuff out of the way” she added and her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon.
“What are they for?” Stephen asked
“Well you remember at our last meeting I said everything would be tied up with a bow when next we met?” she said
“Well what I had in mind was that it would be you who would be tied up” she said wickedly
“Oh I see”
“So do you want to play?” she asked as she played with the ribbons “Or perhaps something like this”
Winifred slithered on to his lap and kissed him
“Oh yes” he replied excitedly “definitely more of that, but what if someone comes in?”
“Don’t worry” she assured him “we won’t be disturbed”
“If you’re sure” he said and kissed her
“I think just to be on the safe side we should go next door” Winnie said as she stood up and took his hand
“What’s next door?” he asked suspiciously
“The bedroom” she replied
“Oh” he exclaimed and stood up and she led him by the hand towards the bedroom door.
“No wait” he said urgently and her heart sank because she thought he had a change of heart, but she needn’t have worried because without letting go of her hand he scooped up the ribbons from the table
“We might be needing these”