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" It felt as if his head snapped back into position. Also on the rumpled duvet were other things that suggested that at some point a series of fairly violent movements had taken place. A long white Goose feather, lying not far from her left foot.

This is much lighter than the other two stories and it is told in the third person rather than the first but it sets the scene for what follows. A short black top showing more than a little midriff completed her attire; he looked at her and the immediate area around her with more than a little surprise. She answered the questions in the order they were asked. " She did have a literal mind sometimes, but only when the possession of same was likely to irritate him. " "Well I didn't order anything…" She was looking at him again and she realised the implication. " * Ally hadn't really been aware of leaving the chair, it had been a slide rather than a fall, but she could remember easing a tentative hand under the hem of the dark haired woman's dress and finding soft, smooth and silky skin underneath as she did so. The woman in the black patent pixy boots and the black hose that she now knew to be stockings. They don't want us to see what's actually happening, so they blind us with science - or in this case smoke." Sheila had given up the struggle to stay on tiptoe and seeing that Bandy appeared to be in no immediate danger she had relaxed and settled instead for maintaining a tight grip on her left, mittened, hand. For a few seconds nothing happened but then, as suddenly as it had started, the smoke stopped. " he seemed to come out of his reverie and take notice of her for the first time in some minutes," Oh! "Got a cubicle," she said slowly, "You know, somewhere I can change? " There was no mistaking the lascivious expression on her face, but Ally was not one to turn down a challenge. ' She asked quietly, unbuttoning the cuffs of her blouse as she did so "I don't think we've got time right now, do you? " asked Ally, not taking her eyes away from the doctor's but pulling gently at her blouse to loosen it from her skirt at the same time "And would that involve chains by any chance? Vicki Chaudhari's mouth seemed to fall open just a little, but her voice never wavered. She looked at Vicki for a second and then moved a little closer. She was barefoot but otherwise fully dressed for a change. He opened his mouth to speak but she shushed him with a finger to her lips. They moved sensuously against each other and then she felt a warm moist tongue enter her mouth. She converted to Hinduism and became more fervent about it than my dad ever was, which is why I ended up being called Virinder, but my friends call me Vicki." They were still holding hands and for some reason both seemed reluctant to let go. The doctor looked at her and her expression turned slowly into a mischievous grin. Bandy's breathing had returned to an approximation of normal but it was still coarse and rasping through the breathing mask that clung to her face and prevented speech. "Okay Miss Pearson, let's do what you came for – take your clothes off! A ray of sunlight filled with dust motes nearly blinded him, but he stumbled onward and through the door to the front room where he stopped as if shot. So close that he could smell her, a smell that was always somehow intoxicating. She wore no perfume, but her smell was there, warm and inviting as always but mixed right now with something else. As his ears became accustomed to the silence there was a definite pulsating noise coming, apparently, from the bottom of the box and there was also something else. * Unsurprisingly Sheila was as close as she could get to Bandy without actually touching her and now she could see the reason for the apparatus on her back. She pressed her lips tightly against her companion's and felt her resistance slide away and her mouth fall open. Nevertheless Ally continued to slide her hand delicately up the woman's thigh and now it was her turn to be surprised because as she got higher and the flesh became softer she found… "What were you expecting – a sari, a tilak, you know, that little red dot on the forehead and a motherly middle aged woman who tells you to eat your vegetables and not indulge in too much sexual intercourse? Doctor Chaudhari rose gracefully from the floor and put out her hand, Ally grasped it warmly. She's still the same, drives my Grandparents crazy even now! "I've opened this window and then I'm going to turn on the extractor fans in the kitchen and then I'm going to open every window in the rest of the place and if someone doesn't notice red smoke issuing from a flat in a high rise twelve floors up and get the Police and the Fire Brigade here fairly quickly then I'd be extremely surprised! She followed his gaze and in the bright noon sunlight caught a glimpse of something shiny about halfway down the left side. She stole a glance at the half Goth, half punk, Australian standing in front of her and became suddenly business like, but there was a twinkle in her eye. Sheila was in attack mode, but attack breeds defence. Or rather, it holds the inflatable hood that was covering her face." "You're so clever!

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She took a piece of cotton wool and dabbed delicately at the small puncture and then she moved a little closer and a little closer still and then she lowered her head and bit, very gently, into Ally's neck. " He felt like a small child who had just smashed something precious. I touched her head and…." Her hands were on her hips now and her legs were slightly apart. * Her eyes opened wide with astonishment when he returned to the room. " He put the electric saw down on the leather sofa and took her hand. I'm just going to cut through the lid at the four corners which ought to release it enough to let us get the screwdriver underneath it fully and get some proper leverage on it..." He looked down at his hand, which was beginning to throb painfully, "... Sheila was edging closer and closer as if hypnotised and drawn toward the box by some kind of spell and the second lid was beginning to open, both halves raising themselves upwards like Tower Bridge and more and more smoke was pumping out and into the small lounge. So thick that they could no longer see the walls of the room. Meanwhile her hands were stroking gently at her captive's body. The captive pulled a number of faces, smiling, frowning and generally grimacing until she had worked the stiffness out of her jaw, but she was still tied up, still blindfolded and still naked. Her arms, pinioned as they were to her sides, were trying to move and her fingers, held uselessly inert by the mittens and the straps, seemed to be trying to flex. A low keening noise that seemed to be coming from Bandy herself and then, all of a sudden and for no apparent reason, as both Bill and Sheila looked on powerless to intervene, her whole body began to shake violently. The writer asserts the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. "Well," he said slowly, "You could try Bandy's helmet for starters." Sheila came slowly upright. "Well the smoked stopped fairly quickly, didn't it?



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