Just months before her review for her PhD thesis on judicial executions from the University of the Virgin Martyrs Barbara Moore is called to the office of Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg’s office. She wonders what this is about but at this point doesn’t even bother to protest having to strip and place her clothes in one of the waiting room lockers. She is left sitting naked in the outer office for more than half hour after her appointment time with people gawking at her as they came in and out. Finally she is called into his office.
I’m a bit more than perturbed by the time I go into Wragg’s office. Before he can speak I angrily demand “What is this all about?”
“Good to see you Barbara’ Wragg says. I don’t doubt him but he doesn’t me as in a professional relationship- he is practically drooling at the sight of my body. He doesn’t offer for me to sit saying instead “You are nearing the end of your studies for your PhD. The staff has determined you need to investigate the legend of Little Brampton.”
“Little Brampton?” I ask. “Sir, my studies are on judicial executions not legends. Even if it would prove true it would be religious persecution and not a judicial procedure.”
“Miss Moore, I am sure in your studies you have determined that through time religion had great influence if not complete control over the puppet government. We have already arranged for your trip and the tickets are not refundable.”
His phone rings and he answers it. I turn to his assistant Ulrika and ask “Do I really have to do this?”
“If you don’t you’ll never get a PhD” she says. I am so screwed. These trips never go well for me.
I arrive at Heathrow and take a train to Major Brampton and find a shuttle to Eastwick where my accommodations have been arranged. Due to the crowds at the Harvest Festival I discover I must share a suite with four other women. At first I am annoyed but it really wasn’t too bad…
We got along quite well in fact…
…I even went along with their little kinks.
Tomorrow I will take the short walk from Eastwick to Little Brampton for the opening of the Harvest Festival…
-Barbara Moore
Tree
I’m a bit more than perturbed by the time I go into Wragg’s office. Before he can speak I angrily demand “What is this all about?”
“Good to see you Barbara’ Wragg says. I don’t doubt him but he doesn’t me as in a professional relationship- he is practically drooling at the sight of my body. He doesn’t offer for me to sit saying instead “You are nearing the end of your studies for your PhD. The staff has determined you need to investigate the legend of Little Brampton.”
“Little Brampton?” I ask. “Sir, my studies are on judicial executions not legends. Even if it would prove true it would be religious persecution and not a judicial procedure.”
“Miss Moore, I am sure in your studies you have determined that through time religion had great influence if not complete control over the puppet government. We have already arranged for your trip and the tickets are not refundable.”
His phone rings and he answers it. I turn to his assistant Ulrika and ask “Do I really have to do this?”
“If you don’t you’ll never get a PhD” she says. I am so screwed. These trips never go well for me.
I arrive at Heathrow and take a train to Major Brampton and find a shuttle to Eastwick where my accommodations have been arranged. Due to the crowds at the Harvest Festival I discover I must share a suite with four other women. At first I am annoyed but it really wasn’t too bad…
We got along quite well in fact…
…I even went along with their little kinks.
Tomorrow I will take the short walk from Eastwick to Little Brampton for the opening of the Harvest Festival…
-Barbara Moore
Tree