Scared Convent girls
Each year the boys’ school next door put on a Shakespearean production and if you were in the Sixth Form at the girls’ school, you were allowed to take part.

The year they decided to do A Midsummer Night’s Dream I was cast as Hippolyta – the Amazon Queen married to Theseus.

Many weeks of rehearsals culminated in the final week of performances for the public and on the night of the last show a cast party was held afterwards.


The cast party was held in the boys’ Sixth Form Common room – a hut in the extensive grounds of the school.

And as the boys’ school had very different rules and regulations to our school, the boys in the Sixth form were both allowed to smoke in their Common room and, it appeared, to drink too.


Halfway through the party I remembered that I had left a bottle of wine in our “dressing room”.

We had been given the use of an empty dorm up in the attic of the school (and yes, I believe that Hogwarts was modelled on the school – Harry Potter movies always give me flashbacks).

So I told a couple of the boys and they offered to take me back up to the room to get the wine…..


Three of us set out from the hut, it was completely pitch dark outside and silent except for the sound of the sea (the school was on the coast).

We found the back door that had been left open for the boys and began to make our way through the dark corridors.

The main building is Victorian and downstairs all the floors are stone, there is also a chapel which we had to walk past, in the dark.

I’ve never been particularly fond of darkened enclosed spaces so I was rather nervous and held on tight to my two escorts….


We made our way up the stairs past the dormitories (including the Sixth form dorms where I had a previous encounter…) and we carried on up to the attics.

Once there I started to search for the wine I had left, but the boys had other ideas…..I was still wearing my costume – an Elizabethan dress with a tight fitting bodice which was constricting my breathing.

One of the boys offered to help me get changed out of my costume, he turned me around and began to unlace my dress until it was loose enough to slip to the floor.

I stood there in the tiny dark attic room, almost naked and cold, although not for long as the boys kept me warm with their hot breath and eager bodies….


Finally when we left we decided to leave by the main door of the building as it was closer; giggling a little we made our way when suddenly a tall dark figure appeared - a monk with his hood up.

All three of us screamed and ran for the door, we went to grab the handle when another hooded figure appeared….we managed to get out of the door and ran like hell back towards the hut.

Halfway there we stopped and looked back, no one was following us, and we were safe….


It was a warm night; the grounds were full of secluded spots.

Has anyone told you how fear and adrenaline is an aphrodisiac? We never made it back to the party….
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 19:58, Reply)