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Isolated by Karen Blayne 
 
Oh by the way red tape first.
 
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus if they are not suitable for you put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright ©2020 is retained by the author.  
 
Luv Karen
 
 
Hey common guys get real.  The school board has 2,000 computers to give out and 500 Wi-Fi hotspots.  Guess who is pupil number 4,723 on the list and doesn’t own a computer, a smartphone or have Wi-Fi?
 
I get a letter in the post.  Well mom said the luxuries had to go.  A landline phone is a luxury?  Social distancing is the pits.  They have arranged for me to visit some old fogey who has volunteered a lap top and Wi-Fi access for me.  I can walk and take like an hour or catch the bus. 
 
Get on through the back door.  The bus is practically empty but hey at least the ride is free.  The fare box is next to the driver.  Some guy gets on and takes the seat furthest seat away from me possible.  Anyone would think I had the plague. 
 
I ring the bell.  The door unlocks and just opens crack and the guy steps back.  “Julie?”  “Yeah that’s me.”  “Step through the door and put on the gloves and mask.” The guy has retreated into the room.  I get dressed.  “Close the door and turn the knob to lock it.”  Is this guy paranoid or not?  I follow his instructions.  “The computer is on the dining room table and logged on.”  The chair next to it is covered with a large towel.  I just looked at it.  “If you show symptoms I can’t put the chair in the washing machine.”  I put my bag down by the chair and sitting on the towel wiggle the mouse so the screen lights up.  Then I log on to my school email account.  A welcoming message from the principal and links to my work plan.  Still if I want my school certificate I need to do some work I suppose.  I catch up on the gossip first.  Mia went on a virtual date but she said it wasn’t the same.  Brianna has a new computer, well her mom got given one to telework with.  Jose is complaining because he has to share his computer with all the family including his dad. 
 
I start working away.  How on earth am I supposed to work out the area of this stupid whatever it is?  A mug of coffee appears on a side table and the guy retreats.  It’s like different.  It’s like totally different.  It’s just not the cheapest brand of instant coffee on sale this week.  “It’s not instant is it?”  I ask. The guy laughs, “No it’s not instant.  Do you prefer instant?”  “Hell no, I take it this is the good stuff.”  “There is more expensive but this is the one I prefer.”  “You don’t know how to work out the area of this funny shape do you?”  I turn the screen so he can see.  “Let me bring up a second computer.”  This guy has more than one computer?  Really I mean can you believe it.  He pulls out another laptop and asks me my login stuff so he can pull up the same question.  Looks at it then tries to explain it but I can’t follow him.  He tries a different explanation and like it’s simple.  I can’t see why I could get it before. 
 
We sort of carry on and he explains things.  Sometimes I get it sometimes he has to explain it a different way before I get it but I’m getting it.  Maybe I stand a chance on my school certificate.  It’s easier on the computer than watching the white board in class because the white board is always a bit fuzzy.  
 
He gets up and walks off and I carry on with a different lesson.  Then he comes back with a plate of hot food and puts it halfway down the table.  “Mask off and eat.”  “I have a my lunch in my bag.”  I exclaim and pull out my slice of processed cheese and a slice of bread.  “I don’t get to cook for two often so eat what’s on the plate.  You can feed the birds with your lunch afterwards.”  I ate a hot lunch of real food and we had the expensive coffee stuff afterwards. 
 
“At the top of the stairs on the left is a bathroom.  That one is yours.  The ground floor one and the one in the master bedroom are mine.”  “Yes sir!”  I gave him a salute and looked at the way he took a step towards me as if he was thinking to put me over his knee and spank me.  “Social distance?”  I begged as he looked threatening at me.  He shrugged and I slipped upstairs to my bathroom.  I peeped in the spare room.  Nice, the bathroom well I could soak in that bath any day. 
 
I came down and sat at my computer and continued.  I’d done everything except the reading thing when the next coffee arrived.  “I’m done.”  I announced.  He looked at his computer.  “What about the reading?”  “I never do those.  I mean what’s the point of reading some boring, dreary book?”  I got looked at then his fingers flew over the keyboard and an email arrived with an attachment.  “Open it.”  He commanded.  I opened it and looked at the words.  “Read it out loud.”  I used my finger to point to each word in turn as I read them slowly out loud.  I glanced at him cringing. 
 
Another email arrived with another attachment.  “Read this one to me.”  This one was much better about some billionaire who arrived early and found the office cleaner bent over in his office.  I read the words out loud then realised what I was saying.  I mean words like he pulled on a ribbed condom from the office drawer before, well I mean it’s one thing to read them privately but quite another to read them out loud to someone old enough to be my grandfather.  “Boring?”  My face couldn’t get any redder with embarrassment.  “That’s not what they give you to read in school.”  I said primly.  “The important thing is to get you reading.”  “I think I ought to be going now but would you like me to do the washing up before I leave?”  “Well yes but you aren’t allowed in the kitchen, only at the table and the bathroom upstairs.”  I thought of that gorgeous bathroom upstairs.  “If I quarantined here for a fortnight I could do the washing up for you then?  I’m sure my mom would give you something towards my keep?”  I crossed my fingers, if she did we wouldn’t be eating the sort of meals with meat he’d supplied at lunch time on mom’s budget for food.  Mom and I are sort of vegetarian but not by choice if you know what I mean. 
 
“I’m sure I can find you a crust of bread.”  he said dryly.  “Bring your things back in the morning and if you can ride a bike there is one in the garage.  It might be easier to social distance on a bike rather than on a bus.”  He opened the door to the garage and stood back.  I looked at it.  It didn’t seem normal to me.  “Just lift the garage door open.”  I did as requested and unlocked the bike.  There was a bike helmet that fortunately fitted me.  The bike had smallish wheels and the sort of step through frame you could ride in a skirt.  It seemed a bit heavy to me but I set off and tried the switches and things to see what things were.  I swear I stopped pedalling so hard but the bike went faster when I jiggled one of the levers. 
 
Zachary called out it looked a cool eBike.  I sort of waved at him as I raced past him.  When I got it home I lugged it into the hall and locked it.  “Mom can I sleep over at the computer guy’s place?”  She looked at me.  “He said if I wanted to I could sleep in his spare room rather than go over there each day.  He promised to feed me but said I couldn’t do any washing up until I’d been there for two weeks.”  “Is he nice?”  “I think so.  He fed me a sort of posh stew thing for lunch and he grinds his coffee beans.”  “Any room for two?”  “Mom, really.  I’m suppose to be studying over there.”  “Make sure you take your birth control pills with you.”  “Mom he’s old enough to be my granddad.”  “But he might have a handsome gardener on staff.”  I put my tongue out at her but she agreed I could go.  Together we went through my underwear and picked out the most respectable.  I grabbed mom’s phone and took it to the nearest free Wi-Fi on the ebike.  I called Hailey.  Her mom washes things then sorts them for the charity shops which are all closed at the moment.  Hailey’s come through with some really neat things in the past like my blouse and skirt for a dollar each.  She said she’d look a few things out for me and put them in a garbage bag by the garage door. 
 
Hailey opened the garage door as I arrived.  They have some sort of doorbell that phones you when someone arrives.  You don’t even need to press anything. There was a garbage bag at the front of the garage.  “That one is yours.”  I lifted it up and put it in the front carrier.  I turned and went to give Hailey a hug.  “Don’t even think about it!”  “Yes Mom!” Both Hailey and I chanted. Hailey’s mom looked at my bike with a gleam in her eye.  She pointed to the side and I went and stood there whilst she looked round and picked out garbage bags.  She tied them onto the back of my bike.  Finally she was done.  “Do I need that many clothes?”  I asked.  “Well if you will arrive on a cargo bike. The charity shops are closed but people are going through their wardrobes and still dropping off donations and I need the space in here.”  “Do I owe you anything?”  “No its free because I need the room.” Hailey’s mom says the nicest things sometimes still seven garbage bags full of clothes needed the electric assist on the bike. 
 
Next morning I arrived back at my slave driver’s house.  Well he wasn’t really but I’d got more done in his home yesterday than a month at school.  He looked at the garbage bags.  “I got them from Hailey’s mom.  Washed second hand clothes from the charity shop but the charity shop has no storage room.”  “Unpack them and put them to the side.  After three days we can take a look.”  “Three days that’s a lifetime before I can look at them why?”  He laughed it’s not to be cruel it’s the length of time the virus can survive on a surface.”  “How do you know all this stuff?”  “Science.”  “I thought science was big rockets going to the moon.”  “And a lot of other stuff as well.  Really it’s about looking at things and predicting what will happen next.”  “Like the weather report?”  “That uses science.”  “Well at least that is useful.  I mean I can’t imagine wanting to travel to the moon.” 
 
He looked at my backpack.  “Your normal clothes in there?”  I nodded.  “Right then follow me to the basement.”  In the basement stood the washing machine and tumble dryer.  “Strip off completely and cover yourself with the bathrobe.  Let me know when you’re done.”  He turned his back on me.  He wanted me to get naked whilst he was there?  I hesitated then thought about the fresh coffee  and that bathroom and spare room upstairs. I stripped off completely and threw my clothes in the washing machine.  “Done.”  He turned round “Everything in the machine?”  I nodded then had a naughty thought and flashed him by opening the bathrobe up to show I’d taken everything off.  There was a look in his eye.  “Social distancing.”  I reminded him quickly.  “Go and have a soak in the bath.”  I scurried away whilst he set the washing machine on to sanitise.  I carried two large bath towels down with me and draped them over the armchair he didn’t sit in to lay claim to it.  At his questioning look I shrugged. “It looks comfier than the dinning room chair.” 
 
Three days before I get to see what Hailey and her mom have sorted out for me.  This is cruel.  I wonder if she got my size right?  Did she remember my favourite colours?  Perhaps I could sneak down at midnight and just take a tiny peep?  Better not though.  Hell I hate waiting for things.
 
Life with Wi-Fi is different. Hailey messages me did I like.  I had to tell her they were being quarantined for three days first by order of my slave driver.  She sends her commiserations but she’s sure I’ll like what she’d picked out.  Could I sneak down at 11:30pm?  Better not.
 
Hailey sends me teasers of what is in the bag. Three days of this.  I’m not sure I can cope with it.
 
My teacher comes up on video.  “Julie I’m amazed at your math test results did you do them all by yourself?”  I think she took in my look of indignation.  “Mr. Sanders explained it to me in a different way first.”  She looked doubtful and Mr. Sanders asked me to hook him into the call.  “She did the test by herself.  I took her through the concepts in a different way to the screens but she got it eventually.”  “I’m glad to hear that.  Are you a teacher?”  “No a retired engineer but you learn to simplify things for management.”  “Good well get the whip out and keep her at it.  I’m very pleased with her progress.”  Simplify for management?  I thought bosses knew everything.  Hey I could be a boss and tell people what to do.  I don’t think it’s going to happen though. 
 
That afternoon my reading practise was a count in a mountainside castle with a dungeon.  People don’t really enjoy being tied to a frame and whipped do they?
 
I kind of enjoy being waited on.  Having my food cooked and the dishes washed up. Yep I could get used to this.  Perhaps if I saved up for a lottery ticket?
 
We were sat in two armchairs 2.5 meters apart after supper.  “So what will you do when you leave school?”  “Get a job I guess.”  “Any job?”  “Well my mom does cleaning.  She says there’s always muck that no one wants to clean up.”  “What are your friends thinking of?”  “Lily is thinking about becoming a cam girl.”  He looked puzzled “You stand in front of a smart phone and dance around.  Men pay you mind you I don’t think I could do it.  I’d be too afraid that something might turn up on the internet and come back and haunt me later.”  He still looked a bit puzzled.  “I think Lily gets off by the idea of lots of men drooling over her body but not being able to touch.”  I suddenly thought about me and him and he couldn’t come nearer than two meters.  I couldn’t, well I certainly shouldn’t, but who was to know and there would be no incriminating video on the internet afterwards. 
 
I slid my hand inside my blouse and tweaked my nipple until it stood out.  My bra had been washed so many times it was getting thin.  I could see all sorts of conflicting emotions on his face and feel a creeping warmth deep inside me.  I felt powerful and in control. He had to stay two metres away.  “You could help me work out a routine for being a cam girl?  Lily says slipping your hand inside you knickers seems to work well.”  I spread my legs and hitched my skirt up demonstrating with my hand.  “She says it’s important to move your hand and fingers so they can be seen by the camera rather than just slid a finger up inside you where it can’t be seen.”  This was really getting to me now.  “Sometimes she uses a toy.  I think she says a wand gets her off best and makes her chest all flushed but the guys like to see her use a rabbit with beads under the plastic so they have something visible to look at as it whirls round.”  I continued my dirty talk, mentioning Lily wore black seamed stockings sometimes with a garter belt and she had some sort of remotely controlled toy thing that worked over the internet and he didn’t say a word just absorbed it all.  Dirty old man, “If only we weren’t social distancing I’d love you to come and run your hands over my breasts and squeeze my nipples gently.  You could even run your fingers over and under my knickers and I wouldn’t object if it slipped inside me.”  How far could I push him I wondered.  I was definitely getting to him I could tell and I was getting really damp so I slid a finger in then pulled it out and licked it like a lollipop.  He got up and took a step towards me.  “Social distancing.”  I cried out in alarm, he turned and went off to bed upstairs. Some people just can’t stand the pace I guess. 
 
The next evening after supper there was a box by my chair.  I opened it to see a packet of black silk stockings and a garter belt on top.  I looked at him open mouthed.  “I thought you wanted to work out a routine for web camming?”  He asked innocently.  “Yes but.”  I didn’t know quite what to say.  “Are you going to put them on?”  He queried gently, I took a deep breath in and undid my skirt then put the belt on first sliding the straps under my knickers.  Next I rolled the silk stockings up my legs.  There was an intake of breath from the other chair as I did so.  I fiddled with the clips until I got them right.  Then I looked into the box to see what else was in there, four pairs of gossamer thin knickers in different pale shades.  I had to try at least one pair on.  I stood and turned my back on him and swapped them over.  I ran my finger over them it was as if nothing was there at all. 
 
I turned and sat down again this time lifting out a wand and a wicked looked vibrator with visible beads under the skin.  “Did I manage to pick out the right ones?  He asked innocently.  I tried the wand out after plugging the lead in. 
 
Well soon I knew exactly what Lily had been taking about when she mentioned it was dynamite.  My chest was flush no doubt about it but so was Mr. Sanders looking very pink.
 
The next morning those bags of clothes had been quarantined for their three days.  At breakfast time, served at the dinning room table I looked at him. I didn’t have to say a word.  “You’d best carry them in and put them through the washing machine.”  I carried them down to the washing machine and started to go through the bags.  “Some of it looks a bit delicate to sanitise wash.”  “Sanitise what you can and find some sort of wash for the rest.”  I sorted things into piles on the floor.  Some was simple cotton and polyester cotton those could take a bit of heat but some were really nice.  The last bag Hilary’s mother had tied on the bike had to be someone’s bottom drawer or trousseau.  I wondered why it had ended up at the charity shop door but I wasn’t going to worry about it.  The long ivory silk nightgown was out of this world.  There was a matching shorter baby doll length one as well that would show my legs off nicely.  I checked the bra size 34b perfect.  Well you don’t know until you try them on even if the size is right but it stood a chance.   
 
As I dug through I found garments that no respectable girl would wear.  Still they’d do to tease you know who.
 
I left the first load in the wash and climbed back upstairs.  “If you sign up for one of the on line courses in the links I just sent you I could probably pay your fees.”  “You mean stay here and take the course on line and you’d tutor me if need be?”  I took a step towards him to give him a hug, he stepped back with a “Don’t you dare take a step closer.” comment.  I filled in the on line form. 
 
I watched a teacher on YouTube then did the exercises.  It wasn’t too bad.  Then I got a video call from my teacher.  Did I really want to study science?  With my grades she thought that social science might be an easier option.  Yes but I couldn’t see Mr. Sanders helping me with social sciences. 
 
Life was getting to be fun now.  I had all Hailey’s loot to go through.  Some I wouldn’t be seen dead in but others well I admired myself in the mirror.  I decided to give him a treat by wearing stockings all the time but black stockings were so limiting.  I put some blue ones in the shopping cart, a few a white pairs were suggested, well I was only putting them in the cart after all.  The poor guy was definitely going to get teased.  Stockings worked so well with a wrap over skirt.  
 
Mom sent me a message.  She’d got a new job cleaning in a care home.  She had to wear fancy protective clothing but it paid $4 an hour extra for the duration.  It was live in, meals included but no visitors not even family but there was plenty of overtime.  She’d sublet the apartment and all our stuff was in boxes in someone’s garage. 
 
I found a dress that really showed my body off well.  
 
“So do you prefer me to use the wand or the rabbit with the moving beads?  I mean they are both effective in getting me off.”  But not nearly as effective as the admiration and lusty looks I was getting from him as I talked dirty and flaunted my body in front of him.  Thank god for thick towels so easy to drop in the washing machine, otherwise my armchair would be stained with my juices by now. 
 
I pulled out a thin white tank top with spaghetti straps.  My bra didn’t look right under it and my breasts don’t need that much support so I took it off and admired myself again in the mirror.  I tweaked my nipples until they stood out poking against the silk.  Poor guy, I went down for breakfast.  Whilst I waited for my breakfast to appear I looked out over the garden at the squirrels chasing round under the bird feeder.  I heard a plate being put on the table as I watched then felt a pair of hands slid up from my waist and caress my breasts.  Catching my hard nipples between finger and thumb.  It felt good but  hey “What about social distancing?”  He was placing kisses on the side of my neck and shoulders.  “What about social distancing?  You’ve been here for two weeks now without symptoms so it no longer applies and I distinctly remember  someone saying if it wasn’t for social distancing you’d love to feel my hands on your breasts and if I remember correctly something about over and under your knickers and I could slip by finger inside you.”  I vaguely remembered saying something of the sort when I’d been in control and teasing him.  His hand drifted south and I had a premonition I’d just lost control. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Isolated - Karen Blayne