Safety_Kossy

An exciting novel that will leave you in a state of shock. Enjoy and relax, finding out in The Swing what became of this two lover birds, Spencer and Liz.........











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The Swing.

ON locking the door behind her, he saw Spencer.


"Spencer? What are you doing at my lodge? You're supposed to be carrying out your research, right?" Greg asked opening the door for him to walk in.


"My crews are boring and I'm sick of the research topic" he slumped on the chair.


"Is that so?" Greg wondered if Spencer saw Liz leaving he's room.


"Who would tell someone to research about 1980?!" Spencer exclaimed frustrated.


"Spencer, you came to narrate to me another dream you had about Liz?" He knew. He pitied Spencer as he scanned him carefully.


"It was a bad dream this time" Spencer sat up.


Odd, Greg thought, for Spencer to walk right in just after Liz left.


In the evening, Liz could be seen persuading Meghan to come with her for the party Greg Invited her to.


"Oh, Megh you have to come, it'll be a lot of fun"


"Outside the school gate?!" Meghan could not even see herself attending a village party, she shrugged.


No matter how beautiful Liz tried to explain it'd be, Meghan kept seeing a place filled with low class people. She couldn't even fix herself with low class "I can't Liz. Try to understand" Meghan retorted.


"Oh, Meghan don't fret. Uncle Hugh gave his word, I can go with Greg" Liz persuaded her.


"Uncle Hugh?!" Meghan exclaimed, that was unbelievable. "Will there be guards?" Meghan had already started imagining herself in a royal party with guards following behind.


"Of course yes. Why would Uncle Hugh agree before?" Liz said.


"Oh" Meghan said. Liz was right, Uncle Hugh won't allow any harm whatsoever come near them.


"So.. is that a yes?" Liz was giving up on Meghan now.


"Um..." She frowned. No matter how tempting it was, she won't go so long Liz was there; "Um... No" she decided.


Liz sighed in frustration; "Okay, if you say so. I should get ready now, it's almost time".


Liz had her shower and dressed up for the party. She fought endlessly to get her hair done but it was to no avail. She exclaimed in frustration. Meghan was tired of the stupid noises Liz was making and decided to help her with her hair.


"Come here. I'll do your hair for you" she sat Liz down facing the mirror and fixed her hair.


There was a knock on their door.  They both knew who it was.


Liz admired Meghan's work through the mirror. Meghan did a good job on her hair.


"Come in Greg, the door isn't locked" Meghan said leaving for the bathroom.


"Are you set?" Greg almost cut his tongue from looking at Liz's look. It was to Greg, as if she grew beautiful every single day.


Locking arms with hers he led her outside to the limo.


"Woaw, a limo! This party must be explicit" Liz said entering the limo.


Meanwhile in the room, Meghan thought grinding her teeth. She regretted not following them or sending a spy to watch them. Who knew what those two would be up to today?


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