The Story Of O Pauline Reage Novels & Stories

She slammed her locker shut and marched straight towards Rina, her jaw set. “Rina!” Pauline’s voice, though not a shout, cut through the hallway chatter, drawing the attention of those nearby. “I need to talk to you.” Rina, looking entirely too pleased with herself, slowly straightened up. “Well, well, if it isn’t Pauline. Here to ask for an autograph?” “Stop it,” Pauline said, her voice low and furious. “Stop spreading lies about Sage. It’s disgusting and it’s not true.”

She didn't have to further guess as the culprit was standing in front of her. “What are you going to do about the article?” She then inquired. “Nothing. It's been long since people talked about us. It's nice to be back,” Pauline said unaffectedly and Mabel wondered if the woman had a few screws loose in her head. Pauline turned to face Kate. “I would like to speak with you,” she then told her. “Come, we have a lot to catch up on,” Kate beckoned as she led her away. “Hey, can I come,” Reginald cried as he followed them. Even though he was with his wife all the time, he didn't like being away from her.

“Wait, that was Al?” “My late husband,” she confirmed with a sad smile. We sat in silence for a while, both of us drinking and looking out the big window beside my desk. I was trying to figure out how Pauline’s story related to the wine crisis, along with attempting to piece together how her telling my dad stories about her past love life ever helped him figure things out. “So you helped my dad with problems at the office by telling him stories about your love life?” Pauline’s head swiveled to look at me and she made a little tsk-tsk sound that made me feel about three years old. “No,” she said slowly. “I told him stories he needed to hear when he needed to hear them.”

____ . . . “What the hell?” Pauline screeched. Joanne and Reagan snapped out of their stupor, Reagan pulling Joanne's shorts back up before fixing his own clothes as he quickly got off of her and she struggled to get to her feet. “That's what I should be saying, Lynn. What the hell? Stop showing up unannounced.” Reagan was absolutely flustered, and Joanne even more so - she didn't know whether to thank Pauline for halting a disaster or hate her for how mannerless she was.