"I've never done this before" she would say, as Grace unbuttoned her dress, and Grace would smile and kiss her and whisper: "It doesn't matter. You'll find the way" * Distracted, Inspector Whitley put down the UNESCO report on the ivory artefact trade. It wasn't her fault, really. Not her fault that the latest case … Continue reading Mirrors
With the collar stiff about her neck and throat, held upright by the leash, Grace Whitley tottered on suddenly unsteady legs and stared, still a little cock-drunk, at the pommel horse. It stood between and behind the two priapic bull-men whose mighty cocks had so recently filled and bruised her mouth, and smeared her cheeks … Continue reading The Night Before, Part 3
In which Dr Grace meets colleagues, and audience... In the quiet of the corridor, waiting, Grace could hear the rasping of her breath and the flutter of her pulse. It was exhilarating. Beyond the door were the sounds of the crowd, the audience. A ripple of conversation and light laughter, chink of crockery, glassware. The unmistakable … Continue reading The Night Before, Part Two
Dr Grace Whitley, Phd. is a kick-ass woman and a force of nature. This is a snapshot of an average waking. It was a big bed, white, with a big white duvet and it sat on sanded pale pine boards - those absurdly broad ones that nobody cuts any more and you have to source … Continue reading Introducing: Grace Whitley, adventuress