Erotic Thriller, Short Story
Tea For Two
Missing for three weeks, Janey Alcott’s body was found washed up on a beach
At first, I felt a little embarrassed looking through the lonely hearts page. But really, where was the harm? Reading about other single people was a comfort. Interesting too — the way they described themselves and explained what they were looking for.
One particular advert in — Tea for Two — caught my attention.
Penpal wanted…
Sounded like a nice man. Single, six years older than me and, to be honest, a bit of a scholar. Graduated from college, that impressed me. I’d attended secretarial school. Bloody good shorthand… and typing was OK, but have never been much of a reader.
All correspondence was sent via the magazine’s Post Office Box Number, for safety reasons. He replied to my letter straight away, asking for a photo. I found a suitable one at the back of a drawer. The picture was only a year old, taken at a friend’s wedding. I was looking smarter than usual in a linen suit, nipped-in waist, shown off to a treat by the jacket, hair cascading in waves over my shoulders.
He liked what he saw. Called me a looker. Suggested all the guys were probably after me. I blushed as I sipped my tea and read…
