Wendy Corduroy Novels & Stories

One might say that Sidney and Mary played a significant role in their upbringing. Sidney wore a costume of silk in the fashion of a sultan, while Mary coordinated her costume by having her dressmaker fashion a modest Turkish harem dress of taffeta and silk that blended well with Sidney’s design. Both wore turbans with a rich red broach centered just over the forehead. They giggled and tee-heed like young children while they waited for Elise and Alexander to join them.

Penny smiles and pats the chair in front of her. Not wanting to be rude, I grab my backpack and move the few seats over, sitting and smiling back to her. Penny glances to Devon and makes a face as if saying 'ha, I win!' Devon rolls his eyes and chats with his friend, leaving me to the girls who are not promised to be any better than him. "So, Wrenley, interesting name. I've never heard it before," Penny's friend says. "I'm Caitlyn—boring name, right? I bet everyone remembers your name."

It exposed her long legs to the air, radiating an unspeakable sexiness. It was the secretary of the Lambert Corporation—Wendy Jensen.

"Alright, I'll set up a date for you and Keira. Okay… bye." Tracey hung up and walked toward Wendy's location. She's aware that Wendy was glaring at her deadly. "Hello," She waved at the Sales Lady. "Is it possible to have a Blue one of that dress?" She asked the Sales Lady who approached her. "We don't have a Blue one for that dress, Madam. But we have more blue dresses that you might like." To Wendy's anger, she dropped the dress and took fast steps toward Tracey. The war freak pulled her hair. Tracey shrieked and she grabbed Wendy's wrist.

Gendry tossed the empty pizza box into the trash, rubbing a hand down his face. He was just about to grab a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang. Frowning, he strode out of the kitchen and made his way to the front door. Pulling it open, his body tensed up when he saw who it was. Wendy. She was leaning against the doorframe, her lips curling into a slow, sultry smile. Dressed in a deep red, body-hugging dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, she was the picture of seduction.

She turns left and disappears between the shelves. After picking up some juices and beers, Candace comes across a shelf full of maple syrups and takes one of them. Then she finds Lulu in front of a pastry showcase and walks towards her. The view seems very appetizing and delicious smells are spreading around. Her mind is too busy with those Italian desserts, she can't realize Lulu is speaking to someone. Someone seems tall and broad, someone has caramel skin and curly hair. Someone seems Carlos. She has been feeling frustrated since she had missed the chance of seeing her candy daddy but this one is a nice option, too. Carlos had dismissed his apron and God, she was right. There is a muscled

“Come on, she’s a hardball in court but Wendy is actually really nice.” Cory led Quinn down, through the living area and into the kitchen. She saw a middle aged woman in a classy suit with a sharp blond bob and glasses. She was immaculate, except she had a glass of wine in one hand and a packet of cigarettes in the other as she was walking back to where the kitchen had a sliding door that led outside to the back patio garden. She froze in surprise as Cory commented dryly. “Tough day?” “Oh! Yes, rather…I didn’t realize you had company…” She put her cigarettes and glass down and stepped over, extending her hand. “Hello, I’m Wendy.”

But, met with the sight in front of me, I was ready to admit plans could be changed. Wendy was laid out on the mattress, her head propped up on both of our pillows, and the bed made up with what she deemed our “good sheets.” The eight- hundred-thread-count set was a gift from her rich aunt and she refused to bring them out for daily use, instead saving them for only special occasions. Apparently a Tuesday night in the middle of January qualified. She was wearing a matching set of baby-blue under- wear: bra, panties, and garter belt to hold up her white stockings. The colors reminded me of Alice in

Saraid knew the answer to that question because the dress in question was one that Saraid herself had designed special for Wendy. “It was gold. I made it for you, and you looked like a goddess wearing it.” The door creaked open ever so slowly, a pair of big, gorgeous, brown eyes peaked through the crack before slamming the door open. A very frightened Wendy clutched Saraid’s slender frame as if her very life depending on attaching herself to her. “Shh. I’m here. Shh,” Saraid whispers in the ear of the sobbing Wendy. Graten walked up to Saraid and the still frantic Wendy, placed one hand on Saraid’s shoulder to get her attention.

Wendy said, her expression gloomy. Lydia finally noticed how terrible she looked. “Why don't you freshen up in my room and look more presentable before seeing him?” Lydia suggested. Wendy nodded and became happy. She freshened up, wore Lydia's clothes, and was able to meet Gary. Gary had forgotten about her face, and that enabled her to play with him a little. After spending a little time with the child. Carson wrote her a cheque and she left with it, promising not to return till Gary ever needed her.