How can something be so wrong, when it feels so right?

That was the single most important thought that ran through Aisha’s mind as she fastened her padded bra behind her, before she took the pair of silky dark tights out of their packet and slowly stretched them one leg at a time over her hairless legs, until the control top held her abdomen and her backside tightly. As she took her plain white blouse and knee-length blue pencil skirt from its hanger, Aisha mused on how the clothes were a far cry from the hijabs and abaya her mother and sisters wore.

Chapter 6

The loudspeaker in the Mess Hall. “Malachite, please report to the Colonel at 09.00.”

“No peace for the wicked, it seems.” Malachite said with a smile to a group of her sisters who were sharing breakfast together.

Dressed in a clean uniform, the Colour Sergeant was ushered into the Colonel’s office at precisely 09:00.

The Colonel, waved the senior NCO to a chair, avoiding the formalities.

“I have a little job for you.” she said.

Malachite sat up a bit straighter.

With his secret exposed to someone he never expected, Samuel must decide what Samantha means when no one is forcing him anymore—and whether forgiveness can restore what was lost.

Agreed. The relationship must remain exactly what the opening presents it as: lifelong friendship. The reader should discover everything else naturally.

Kev Williams and James Ashbourne have been inseparable since they were fifteen—two village boys united by rugby, motorsport, gaming and an apparently limitless ability to torment one another.

But Kev has been carrying a secret that could change everything.