“Tell away,” Clegthorpe suggested, “We any luck shee’l bugger off and leave I and thee to share t’bed of a night,no shut thee trap and milk last bit of cum out me tool.”
“How do I do that?” Ada asked. “Say please,” Ada replied. Xxnx “Nowt to say for the sen?” he asked, “Can’t type to save thee life, can’t take dictation, thee’s never been to Bradford Technical College in the life let alone graduated with a certificate in secretarial services has thee?”
“No,” she admitted sadly. “Drop thee knickers then and bend over desk,” Clegthorpe offered, he waved a fiver under her nose, “Don’t suppose thee has any change?”
“No,” Ada admitted. Before that she worked in Shrimptons on the sweet counter mainly, and then for Allenby’s in Sebastopol road as a telephonist for a bit. Ada’s new Job
It’s summer 1936 at Clegthorpes Champion Mill in Yorkshire England
Ada’s
