An American Submissive in Britain Read Free

sight of the bruises on Gina’s back, courtesy of John using a paddle without any thought to her safety, she had flipped, threatening to call the police, but Gina had pleaded with her best friend not to involve them. Too many questions would have been asked, and Gina wasn’t ready for anyone else, especially her mom or Greg, to know about her choice of lifestyle.
    So Maggie had been at her side when the relationship with John ended, and he had called her every derogatory name under the sun while he gathered his things together and then slammed out of the apartment.
    Gina sighed as Mary took a sip of her juice and carefully put the cup back on her tray table. “I think you’re very brave, going to a strange country not knowing anyone. I don’t know if I’d have been brave enough at your age. Young people these days are so much more self-sufficient than when I was in my twenties. Can I give you some advice, Gina?”
    Gina smiled at the older lady. “Yes, please, anything you can think of would be great.”
    Mary laughed. “Well, in my experience, first impressions mean a great deal. When you meet your brother and sister, trust your instincts. Don’t let anything you’ve been told, or what they say to you, cloud your judgment about them, about your father, and about the things that happened between him and your mother. Go with your gut feeling. It seems to me that you are an intelligent, educated woman, so don’t let others get in the way of common sense.” She paused and gave a chuckle. “Right, end of lecture. I spy the drinks trolley heading this way. What about a tipple then, love?”
    Gina frowned. “A tipple?”
    “It’s English for a glass of something good, preferably alcohol!”
    “Oh well, in that case, a tipple sounds great,” Gina replied, laughing. After a couple of seconds, she added, “Thank you for the advice. I really do appreciate it. One minute, I feel like I must have lost my mind, doing this, and the next, I can’t wait to meet my other family and experience Britain. But hey, at least I know one British person before I land.”
    Mary’s face took on a serious expression. “You know what? I realize that we only just met and everything, but I’m going to give you my number. You remind me so much of my daughter, and I would hate to think of her being in an unfamiliar country with all that ahead of her. If anything goes wrong or you just need to hear a friendly voice, you call me, okay?”
    Mary took out a pad of paper from her bag and wrote down her details, then ripped the sheet out and handed it to Gina. “Now, you make sure you call me if you need to. I live in Nottingham, by the way. You know, Robin Hood country, so it’s a few hours north of where you’ll be. But we have a good public transport system, and if things don’t turn out the way you hope, I’m only a train ride away.”
    “I will call, I promise. Thank you so much. I feel quite reassured now. How strange life can be, you know? I was so worried this was all going to be a nightmare from start to finish, and now I’ve met you, I’m all hyped up and ready to take whatever is coming my way.”
    Mary smiled and patted her hand in a motherly fashion. The drinks trolley arrived, and they both chose their poison.
    Gina held up her glass. “Here’s to your new grandson!”
    “And here’s to your new adventure!” Mary replied.
    The plastic cups bumped together, and the two women toasted each other.
    Gina leaned back in her seat. Well, she had made her first friend, and what a sweetheart she was. Some of the churning in her stomach, which seemed to have become the norm of late, finally began to ease. As the alcohol warmed her insides, the tension she had been feeling began to slowly melt away.
    The thought of meeting a new sister and brother without any of her friends or family around her had been a constant source of worry ever since the letter had arrived. She hadn’t known what she was going to do if it all went wrong