CHAPTER 1
Angela Cherrington left the party disgusted after she'd gone into the family room and saw a guy with a beer bottle hanging from his bared butt and two middle-aged nude women on the floor going at it, head to tail. She left seeking a bed at her girlfriend's home, annoyed her parents continued to have revolting parties.
The only child's parents wouldn't be aware she'd gone. Her mom would be tied up and hanging upside down from the ceiling of the gym and having pegs applied to her nipples and pussy while her dad would be dressed in his rabbit suit going around and having women screaming in laughter when introducing himself as Fuck Bunny.
It was amazing that her parents survived in their jobs, her father being a property services manager for a multi-branch bank and her mother being a student adviser at a large high school.
Next morning after her parents had gone to work, Angela returned to her home situation in a village in East Anglia, England, packed her bags and left by cab to the railway station, leaving a note that she'd gone to live with Aunt Mae, her mom's youngest sister who lived south in Kent.
The eighteen-year old had written: 'Don't worry about me in deciding to seek my own way in life. I'll be fine and I'm not sorry I decided not to go to college to have my mind filled with intellectual rubbish and my body perverted by my tutors and fellow students. Keep happy. Angela.'
Aunt Mae, wife of a small-town vicar, welcomed Angela warmly and said, "Yes dear you are welcome to stay with us so long as you attend church on Sunday mornings."
"Fine Aunt Mae."
"Um how will be find money to live on until you get a job?"
"I'll guess I'll have to resort to prostitution."
"Oh darling no and please don't jest like that with me. I'll draw fifty pounds a week from the church's family relief fund for you."
"Could you make that sixty pounds? Facial and hair grooming costs have gone through the roof."
"Have they? I only buy lipstick, but very well then. Tell me, what have your parents been up to?"
"Oh you know, a bit of this and a bit of that like most parents do."
"Well yes, just like the dull routines that your Uncle Reg and I have to deal with."
"Well you did tell me once some of the old guys you visit as part of the church's Outreach program sometimes grope you."
"Yes when I'm cleaning their mouth of dribble. They are senile darling and are only attempting to hang on to me to get me to take them away. Can you recall your second birthday?"
"No, I wouldn't have a clue."
"Well that's how those old men are like about sex. They can't remember if they ever did it, let alone when they last did it."
"You are funny Aunt Mae."
"My dear, you are a little vixen drawing me out to comment like that." And that's how one of the nation's top film presenters moved to begin her illustrious career.
After fifteen fruitless job interviews ranging from assisting on a vegetable stall at the Street Markets to being trained to become a security guard, Angela's momentum faltered.
"I can't get a job. I'll have to fall back on to prostitution."
"No darling. No way."
"Would it make it any easier for you if I only took on female clients?"
"Good god, please do something for this child."
"With Him the poor are last in line."
Aunt Mae looked quite shocked.
"Goodness I really don't know if you're right dear. I'd never thought of it like that but He can't be everywhere at the same time. Leave it to me. I'll seek ministerial intervention from your uncle."
Mae appealed to her husband, "You have to help the poor child Reg. Her going into prostitution would bring shame on us and to others of her extended family."
"Um how much does she propose charging?"
"Reginal Pike!"
"Oh sorry. Look I'm dealing with Charlie Birtwistle at the moment who has confessed to seducing his sister last week. As a newspaper editor the fool shouldn't go around confessing a wickedness of that gravity."
"Well how is that going to help?"
"Leave it to me. I hope to perform wonders in my own way."
Rev Pike said to the editor, "Well Charlie I'm reluctant to ask for you to be dropped from the church council as punishment for your wickedness. I've been thinking redemption might be a sufficient alternative to punishment because it will be no easy task."
"Let me try Reg. I need to be on the church council to reinforce my public profile as a community do-gooder. If I did that would it wipe the slate clean for me?"
"I should think so but can't speak for Him high above."
"You mean the chairman of the council?"
"Oh much higher than that Charlie, Reg said stretching his finger high above his head.
Charlie bowed his head reverently.
The HR manager went into another office and called the editor.
"Charlie is this a joke? That female you sent me to sign on is not a woman, she's barely eighteen, and understandably at that age has no college degree and after examining her school record I have to say she would have a struggle to gain admission to any college."
"You have your instruction Claire. Have her signed on as a first year cadet and then taken to the chief reporter who's already been briefed."
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Angela had already officially changed her name via her aunt's solicitor and had her driver's license reissued under her new name of Cherrington Vixen. She's recalled Aunt Mae calling her a vixen and that name appealed as her new surname. Cherrington as a first name sounded rather classy to her.
Cherrington had studied the news and entertainment media at high school but hadn't paid attention, doing her fingernails instead. All she knew was reporters reported.
On her first day in Editorial, she was sent on an assignment with a senior reporter to observe.
They came back from that assignment and chief reporter, Stanley Guinness, eyed those two huddled in front of a computer screen noting that new kid was at the keyboard. He sniffed, flicked his moustache on both sides and strode down to investigate.
"Elizabeth, why aren't you writing the story?"
"Because Mr Guinness it's Cherrington's story. She conducted the interview of the retiring dog pound keeper because she told me she's worked at a dog catcher once. She asked good questions, appeared to have a good grip on what was required and so I thought she should write up her interview."
"Firstly Elizabeth, call the girl by her first name. We don't want your public school airs contaminating this office."
"But Cherrington is her first name sir."
"Rubbish."
"Yes it is Stanley. Check your records. I signed on as Cherrington Vixen. I agree it's an assumed name but it's also my officially registered name."
"Why are you calling me Stanley?"
"Because..."
"Stop right there young lady. It is newspaper tradition for reporters to address their chief reporter formerly."
