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Back in the early 1800s, in old London Town, lived a lady called Carol. I say lady in the loosest possible sense. For Carol you see, was a lady of the night. And day actually, she wasn’t really that fussy. She was happy to give her body to any man, or woman for that matter, with a penny to spare. Yes my friends, Carol, for all her good looks and shapely figure, decided to ply her trade in the bargain basement end of the market. As soon as she had accrued sufficient funds to purchase a bottle of gin, she did so.As soon as she finished the bottle, she was back out on the streets. To say she was unpopular with the other ladies of her profession would be an understatement. In fact, most despised her. To be fair, it was mostly out of jealousy. For Carol you see was a natural beauty, a tall slender lady with slim waist, golden locks and fine bosom. This made her the first choice of any discerning customers. As you can imagine, this was much to the dismay of her fellow street workers. When Carol was about they didn’t get a look in.It was now the night before Christmas. Carol was working alone on the streets. The other ladies used to save a bit each week. With their money, they would have a ladies-only Christmas party at Rumps Tavern. It was the only place that allowed such debauched clientele on the premises. It was a party to which Carol had never been invited. She never celebrated Christmas herself. To her it was just another day, a day of slim pickings. All her usual customers would be at home playing happy families. After güvenilir bahis working all day and most of the night, she had acquired sufficient funds to purchase her gin and a bag of humbugs.She returned home, weary, cold and tired from her work. Putting a single lump of coal on the fire, she slumped back in her chair with her trusty gin. It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep, a sleep that she was abruptly woken from. There was a stranger in her room. A ghostly figure of a man, dressed all in grey and rattling chains. “What are you doing in my house?” Carol cried out with an air of indignation. “And what’s with the chains? I charge double for any of that kinky stuff you know.”The ghostly figure moved towards her, rattling his chains as he did. In a hollow voice, he said. “You must pay heed to what I have to say. You have to change your ways. You have been selfish all these years, always taking and never giving. Look at me; look at what I have become. An eternity of misery is all that awaits me. I have forged these chains, link by link all my life, this burden is for me alone to bear. I look at you and see you are forging your own chains. With that, the ghost gave a huge rattle of his miserable chains.Carol was unimpressed by this. “What do you mean I’m forging chains? I tell you mister; I’ve forged many things in my life, but never chains. Look at these hands, do they look like they forge chains. Be off with you before I call a bobby.” With that, the ghost moved towards the window and slowly faded away güvenilir bahis siteleri with the words. “You will be visited again tonight, before the stroke of midnight, three more ghosts will appear. Listen carefully to what they have to say. You have but one chance to save yourself.”Before Carol could say a single word, he’d gone. Sitting back in her chair she uttered to herself. “Bleeding cheek, that bloke from the brewery spiked my gin again more like, ghost indeed. I’ll have him I tell you, I’ll bloody have him.” Moments later, she was fast asleep. But this sleep didn’t last very long. To the chimes of the local church ringing through her head, she woke. Standing before her was a young woman all dressed in white, like a bride on her wedding day. “Don’t be frightened, child.” She said in an angel-like voice. “I am the ghost of Christmas past. I have come to take you on your first of three journeys. I will show you the shadows from your past, the bad decision that made you who you are today.”Reaching out a hand, the ghost said. “Come with me my sweet child.” But before she could say any more, Carol showed her the palm of her hand saying. “I can’t guarantee I’ll cum with you lady, but stick a penny in my hand and I’ll make sure you do. As for the sweet child bit, if you want me to dress up in my schoolgirl’s outfit it will cost you double.” The ghost just smiled, took Carol by the hand, and before she realised what was going on, she found herself floating up into the night sky over London.Moments later iddaa siteleri they landed outside Carol’s old orphanage. Immediately, Carol recognised some boys she used to know and called out to them. In a soft voice, the ghost said. “They cannot see you, they cannot hear you. This is just a vision of the past. You were sixteen at the time. You lived here with your sister. She went on to make something of her life. You however, turned into the person you are today. Look my child, look– that was the moment you changed.” Carol could see herself as a sixteen-year-old going behind the bicycle sheds with a boy.Carol smiled and said. “Oh yes, I remember it well. That was Bob Scratchit. He bet me a penny I wouldn’t let him have a feel of my boobs. I’ll tell you what. That was the easiest penny I ever made. His friends were just as stupid. By the end of the week I had enough to buy a bottle of gin.” The ghost frowned as she said. “Do you not see Carol, he took advantage of you. He paid you money to feel your boobs.” Carol looked a bit puzzled. Taking a moment to think, she said. “I don’t see what you mean, it didn’t hurt me, and after I still had my boobs, plus his penny.”This saddened the ghost. Try as she might she couldn’t get through to Carol. “Come with me.” Said the ghost. “Let me show you something else.” With that, Carol found herself inside the orphanage. Sitting at a desk was her sister, Rose, learning how to darn a sock. “Look at your sister. She is learning the necessary skills in life so she can look after a man.” Carol quickly responded. “Well, that’s a waste of time.” She said. “How much does Rose get for mending a man’s socks? Nothing, that’s how much she gets, absolutely nothing. I can get a penny just for letting a man fondle my lady bits.”
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