Beginnings: Chapter 1 - Veronica - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 1 - Veronica

The easiest decision of my life had been to undertake a law degree; the most difficult had become deciding what to do with it. In spite of three years of relentless study, locked away in a law library with little on my mind beyond the obsessive desire to obtain a first class honours degree, when I eventually achieved that ambition I realized that I had no real idea what to do next. It was the summer of 1993. My mother, on the other hand, had no such doubts and was insistent that I should go into the legal profession. I was not so sure. I considered that her seemingly rabid enthusiasm for this was almost certainly based on two factors, neither of which involved giving my personal happiness a hint of consideration. Firstly, as she never tired of reminding me, she had sacrificed years of her precious life and spent a queen’s ransom on a private education to give me the best possible start in life, and she was not going to see it go to waste without a considerable fight. If that meant plucking incessantly on my well-tuned guilt strings, so much the better so far as she was concerned. Secondly, she had experienced at first-hand, during the course of her own divorce from my father three years earlier, the significant sums of money a lawyer was able to earn. As much as I reminded her that most of this was actually money made on the sad back of miserable life experiences, she nevertheless felt perfectly happy to see her youngest daughter become a moving part in what at that time ...

... I had come to regard as a perpetual misery machine. However, my protestation that I needed more time to think about my future was seed which fell on stony ground. Nothing if not proactive when it came to organizing other people’s lives, my mother then had what she considered to be the ‘perfect idea’, and she revealed it to me at the breakfast table one Friday morning in mid-July. “What you need, Lucy,” she said with the slightly arrogant air of a puffed-up celebrity agony aunt, “is some practical experience in a legal firm. You would also make some useful connections, I am sure.” “That sounds a good idea,” I lied disinterestedly, mumbling into my coffee cup and hoping beyond hope that my half-hearted lip-service would somehow placate her and serve to end the conversation rather more quickly. “I’ll write some letters when I get a few minutes, maybe next weekend.” There was a slight pause. “Oh, there’s no need to do that,” she chimed. Her controlled and upbeat tone made it clear, once more, that something unpleasant was crouching ominously up her sleeve and was just about to pounce into the light of day. I wasn’t mistaken. “I’ve managed to arrange something for you already.” I half-choked on a mouthful of lukewarm filter coffee. “What?” I barked. It was somehow as though all of my teenage hormones had suddenly returned with a vengeance, bringing a few others along for the ride. “What do you mean you’ve ‘arranged something already’?” “Well, first thing this morning I took the ...