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Nurse Bridget Brody stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry. Then going over to the bathroom mirror with its harsh overhead strip light, she dropped her towel and took a good long look at herself. Bridget had thick … Continue reading →

‘Don’t worry Miss Frost, of course I’ll look after them.’ ‘Thank you Mark, I know you will. It’s just that they’re such delicate little creatures.’ Mark bundled his client’s two scrawny Chihuahuas into the back of his white transit van … Continue reading →