Alas, with freedom came boredom. I preferred when Mama was horrible. At least, I existed.
I started to mix with what she would have called a bad crowd. You know, experimenting life, booze, smoke...
I got a job in a smokey joint not far from home. Of course, I had to pretend I was eighteen and speak with a Russian accent. At first, I only waited at the tables, dressed in a catwoman costume but soon, I was promoted to Exotic dancer. I was Ekatarina from St Petersburg. I was very popular. Amazing how many men want a Russian wife.
Frenchie 23 days ago
We are slowly coming back to the Earl. Have no fear... :-D
Neville Hunt 23 days ago
Well... have you seen Russian women? (Check out ‘Strictly’...) Can’t blame the guys for being.... well.... guys, can you? 😛
Drew Martyn 22 days ago
I think I'm falling for Missy, she's getting a bit feisty :)
Frenchie 20 days ago
Thanks Neville and Drew..
And Feisty does rhyme (loosely) with Missy. :-D
Drew Martyn 19 days ago
Yeh, just about ;) Frenchie.
More soon, though, please - not that I'm demanding or anything ;)
Neville Hunt 13 days ago
(Btw... Have just seen today's 'Drabble of the Day'... your 'Natalie' of some 5 years ago (before my Drablr time). A terrific drabble, but what a terrible real life outcome. Seeing it was true really stopped me in my tracks. Memories, even sad ones, are OK, but regrets are to be banished though.)
Frenchie 11 days ago
I wanted to write the drabble Natalie as a tribute to her and to finally forgave myself for something that happened so, so long ago. I did not want her memory to fade.