“I didn’t know you had it in you, Officer Tom,” came her teasing tone behind him. Turning around slowly, he tried to remember when he’d told ...er his name. He hadn’t. Tinkling a laugh, she bent over to retrieve her bra. She slid the straps up her arms and adjusted the front to cup her full tits. “My name is Amanda. Recognize me now? You arrested me a few weeks ago.” The house party the next street over. Minor stuff, since the patrons all seemed to be over twenty one, but there were a couple. Although only a village lad, the elder son of a poor framework knitter, I had the inestimable privilege of being educated at grammar school at the expense of my generous patron Alderman Biggs of Leicester. I received this munificent gift, not by any merit of my own, (as I fear that this narrative will amply show), but because of my late father’s reputation as a man of shining probity and loving-kindness and a devout and eloquent Unitarian elder. Our beloved pastor, Henry Saltmarsh of Hinckley. Everything was in its place and nothing had changed, except maybe for her. She quickly dressed and went down the hall for a quick shower and afterward, she wound her way down into the pub. The smell of sausage and eggs filled the room as the inn's few overnight guests ate and talked and enjoyed the warmth the sun spread through the room.She sat down at one of the small booths. Just as she settled, John the innkeeper appeared with an infectious grin on his face. "I hope you had a good. Progress wasslow and soon my writing suffered from it.Still, I managed to finish the first part of one of my stories."Dimension Mages: Battle World Part 1" It had close to 11k words.I was very proud of my little accomplishment and started to look for aneditor in order to publish it on Fictionmania later. Picking up aneditor was harder than I thought. The reason why I learned a yearlater. Only one of the editors asked replied and soon he got my firstdraft. I expected critique, but not the one I.