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Andrea and GillianI had returned to Wales for a week to recover after the events inSwitzerland and I already had my flight booked to go back to finish the jobthere before the end of Jonathan and Jane’s honeymoon (see ‘The ClimbingHut’). I needed some entertainment while I was back in the valley and,looking out of my window, I began to wonder if it had arrived!!I saw a removal van pull up at the house next door. It was followed bya small car out of which got a woman in her early thirties and a girl ofabout fifteen. The woman was about five foot eight and blonde with longhair falling to just past her shoulders. From what I could see at adistance she looked rather pretty although her figure was hidden under aloose sweater but she was wearing jeans which displayed a promising bottom.The girl was slim and wearing tight jeans and wore a tee-shirt revealingfairly small breasts which were just suited to her slender figure. Itseemed probable that they were mother and daughter and there did not seemto be a man in evidence.I spent the day on and off watching them move in and as it began to getdark and the removal van had left I took my drink on to my porch lookingacross from the shadow of my trees towards their lighted windows, on whichof course, they had not yet had time to hang curtains. I watched thempassing in front of the lighted windows from time to time. I was now muchcloser and I was pleased to see that I had not been wrong about the motherat all. She was an extremely pretty woman with very fair colouringadmirably set off by her blonde hair. Now that she had taken off hersweater it was clear that she was well-made indeed. Her breasts wereprominent although still not well displayed under a loose shirt but theyappeared to have a fine tilt and hardly any sag. Her legs and bottom werenow more clearly visible and as I was closer looked more than promising. She had long slender legs running all the way up to a firm bottom, herplump buttock cheeks well displayed by the tight denim.I paid a little more attention to the daughter. As I had thought shewas slim, much slimmer than her mother with long legs and a rather smallfirm bottom. Her breasts were not as small than I had thought earliermaking perceptible mounds in her tee-shirt. She was also rather pretty butnot as good-looking as her mother. She would benefit from the passing of acouple more years to allow her to fill out and to mature a little.I had just returned to Wales from Switzerland following my encounterwith Jonathan (see ‘The Climbing Hut’) and I had three days before Iplanned to return to renew my acquaintance with him and to meet his wifeJane, a meeting that I had threatened, that he was terrified of but thatwould happen anyway. I needed some entertainment for the next three daysand it looked as though it had just moved in next door. How convenient!!!It was getting late and I watched the windows next door until the lightswent out. It was now becoming rather cold as the evening dew began toform. I watched the moon rise over the shoulder of the mountain and wentinto my cottage to make some provisional plans.The daughter was probably too young and inexperienced to make her asatisfying target but she was extremely useful in that her being aroundwould allow me to terrify the mother into doing anything I wanted. However, one can never tell what may develop! Those of you have becomeacquainted with me will know that physical domination is not enough for me.I like to get into the heads of the people I encounter so that it changesthem and they are remade by their meetings with me. I poured myself adrink and sat looking into the fire as I listened to the wind rattling thewindows of the old cottage. I slowly thought the situation through andmade some tentative plans, necessarily tentative, since I had limited timeand it was impossible really to foresee what tomorrow may bring. Ifinished my drink, put out the lamp and went to bed falling immediatelyinto the dreamless sleep which seems the birthright of those who have noconscience.The following morning I arose early and went for a walk up the mountain.I watched the sun rise and looked down at my cottage and the small housenext door. I had taken a small but powerful pair of binoculars with me,not really expecting to see anything. How wrong I was!!. The mother anddaughter appeared to think that the house already had curtains, or perhapsthey thought that the shattered rock and heather slopes of the mountainwhich began at the bottom of their small garden were too uninviting foranyone to be up there at that time.The first one I saw was the daughter. I could see right into herbedroom and she had already got up when I saw her first. She was wearing atight tee-shirt and a small pair of black panties which clung to andoutlined the soft curve of her young bottom. I paid more attention to herbreasts. Although she seemed a late developer for her age under the tighttee-shirt she displayed very promising breast mounds. Her legs were longand lovely and nicely complemented her tight young bottom. She had tiedher hair in a neat pony tail.I switched my attention to the kitchen window and was rewarded by thesight of the mother bending forward over the sink. I instantly saw that Iwould not be disappointed!. They must have spent the day yesterday heatingthe small house and left the heaters on all night because the mother wasjust dressed in a shortie nightie and a pair of matching panties in blacknylon which left little to the imagination. The nightie had a low cutbodice which clung to and accentuated her firm breasts. I could see thatmy original impression had not been mistaken. She had very firmoutstanding breasts with hardly any sag, quite impressive in a woman herage. They were so clearly defined by the thin nylon that even at thisdistance I could see the prominent bulges of her nipples against thematerial and the dark circles of what looked like rather large areolae. Asthe morning light shone through the kitchen window it illuminated herfigure as though by a spotlight. Her hair was loose falling in blondewaves to just below her shoulders and I could see that her face was unlinedand as pretty as I had previously thought. Even at this distance mybinoculars showed that she had the wide blue eyes that so often accompanyfair colouring. She had a long slender neck supported on rather squareshoulders. The expanse of her prominent bosom tapered to a slender but notthin waist and then broadened to roomy, but not fat, hips. As she turned Icould see the outline of a prominent pubic mound defined by the tighthigh-cut panties. When her back was to me as she reached up to a highshelf throwing the muscles of her calves and thighs in sharp relief. Thedimples in the soft flesh behind her knees disappeared as the skintightened as she stretched. Her bottom was shown to advantage in thisposition as the nightie rode up and I could see the whole expanse of herbuttocks hardly hidden by a thin film of taut nylon which caught in anddefined the cleft between her cheeks.”Very nice indeed,” I thought, “that will do me fine for the next coupleof days until I return to Switzerland.”I went down the mountain to my cottage where I had a quick breakfast. The windows were open and I could hear the sounds of female voices andlaughter from next door as they settled in. I began to think that it wastime that I introduced myself. I went round and tapped gently on the backdoor. The teenager opened it and looked enquiringly at me. Since I sawher from the mountain she had dressed in a short red pleated skirt aboutfive inches above the knee and another tight tee-shirt. Her hair was stillin the pony-tail. She looked even younger than I had originally thought.”I live next door,” I said, “Can I have a word with your mother?”.At this the mother came into the kitchen and gave me a ready smile. Herhair kadıköy escort was still loose around her shoulders. She had dressed in a thinyellow house-dress, about an inch above the knee, fairly low-cut whichshowed the start of her cleavage. Here legs were bare. She motioned meinto the room and I shut the door. She held out her hand with aninfectious open friendliness and said,”We wondered who was living in the cottage next door. I am Andrea andthis is my daughter, Gillian. Please sit down, we were about to have somecoffee”.I sat and chatted as she fussed about getting coffee for us. I waswatching her closely and my scrutiny was making her self-conscious.”Just right,” I thought, “A little off balance is just fine by me”.Andrea chattered on inconsequentially and I just sat and quietly drankcoffee watching the pair of them. It appeared that Gillian had beeninvited that evening to the Chapel youth club so that she could get to knowsome of the young people in the village. Things were working out quitenicely.”You have an awful lot to do here, Andrea,” I said quietly, “I have togo into Caernarfon this afternoon but I’ll be back about four. If Gillianis going to be out why don’t I come in and help you? You need some shelvesputting up and the curtains should really be up before tonight”.Andrea looked doubtful. I had introduced myself by name when I came inand I now had an unexpected ally in Gillian.”Go on, mum,” she said eagerly, “if Mr Evans is here to help you, youwon’t be alone and I can stay at the youth club a little longer”.”Thanks very much,” Andrea said shyly, “come round when you are free andwe can have some supper before Gillian comes home”.She looked at me and blushed. It was clear that she feel a littleexcited and uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with me. Thesewere just the sort of feelings I wanted her to have. I left soonafterwards and drove down the pass into the town where I completedeverything I had to do and returned to the cottage at about three o’clock.I had a long bath and changed into loose trousers with no underwear and awhite silk polo-necked sweater. I went next door and tapped lightly. Andrea opened the door almost immediately and smiled rather nervously atme. She had changed into a short white pleated skirt and a rathertight-fitting low-cut white blouse through which I could see thetantalising lacy cups of her bra. She did not appear to be wearing a slip.She had put on dark stockings or tights since the morning. I thought thather attire was a little odd if she intended to do much in the way ofputting up shelves and curtains!.Gillian was dressed in a very pretty pale yellow high-necked, rathershort, dress and was also wearing dark stockings or tights. her littlebreasts bulging the dress front discreetly but sweetly.”You look beautiful, Gillian,” I said.She blushed and smiled shyly at me. Just then we heard the sound of acar horn.”That will be my lift,” Gillian said brightly, “have fun!””Just a minute, Gillian,” I said, taking a twenty pound note from mypocket and handing it to her. “Have a good time”.She gave a squeal of joy and pressed her slim young body against me fora moment, kissing my cheek and then she was gone. I looked around theroom. They had clearly been working very hard since the morning and thecurtains were already up. The house was considerably tidier and a lot ofthe junk of the move was no longer evident. I smiled at Andrea.”You don’t seem to need me as much as you did this morning,” I remarked,”you have got on very quickly”.”Yes,” she answered, “once we started it all went well. I am really tootired to do any more tonight. Would you like to stay for supper?”I thanked her and sat down on the large comfortable settee in front ofthe fire. Andrea got me a drink and was bustling around in the kitchen andI could smell a delicious aroma through the open door. I got up and wentand stood in the open doorway watching her. As it had this morning it madeher uncomfortable. She seemed very shy. As she bent to the oven, herblouse fell away from her chest a little and I looked straight down intoher bosom. She had really splendid breasts standing high and proud with avery deep cleavage. She caught me watching her and she reddened under myscrutiny. I just smiled to myself. She served an excellent casserole andwe had supper talking generally, or rather she was talking nervously,almost compulsively, and I was listening. I got the history of her andGillian with no real difficulty. She was recently divorced and had come toWales hoping for some quiet and a change of scene to try to put her lifeback in order.We took our coffee and some rather nice brandy to the settee and I sat alittle closer to her than she perhaps expected. I put my glass down andcasually put my hand on her thigh just above the knee under the hem of herdress, caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh through her stockingwith my fingers. She gasped and closed her thighs putting her hand overmine and trying to move it.”My God!” she gasped, “what are you doing? You can’t do that!”I tilted her chin towards me and looked into her frightened eyes.”You just think I can’t,” I said menacingly, “don’t even try tostruggle”.I had gathered from her general air both this morning and this eveningthat she was a submissive rather than a dominant personality which wasgood. I wanted to have everything I wanted from her without having toseriously physically hurt her too much. She looked terrified as her wideblue eyes gazed with horror into mine.”You can have a choice,” I said, “I want some fun for the next couple ofdays before I go away and it is either going to be with you or withGillian”.”Oh my God!” she gasped again, “you couldn’t be so wicked as to touch mybaby. She is only fifteen”.”Well,” I said, “the choice is yours. It is either you or your baby!”.She began to cry. Things were going rather well. Those of you thatknow me will know that I am never crude. I could have simply stripped and****d her but that would not have satisfied me. I needed to get inside herhead and to allow her to humiliate herself. I wanted to remember the nextcouple of days. I took my hand off her knee and lay back looking at her.”I could do with another drink,” I said casually.She jumped up as though the settee was red hot. Clearly she felt betterif there was some distance between us. What she didn’t realise was that Ihad also got up and followed her to the sideboard where the drinks werelaid out on a small tray. When she tried to turn she realised that I wasright behind her. She gasped and stiffened. I was also stiff and I movedcloser so that my erect prick was pressed against the cleft of her bottom.I had her trapped against the sideboard and she could not move. I couldfeel her trembling and could hear her terrified panting breathing. Ilowered my lips to her neck and gently kissed her just where her neck andshoulder joined. She shuddered. I put my hands lightly on her waist, wellbelow her breasts and whispered into her ear,”Now we are going to have a little talk. There are a few things aboutyou and Gillian that I want to know”.She gave a quiet sob. I kissed her neck again and as I bent forward Icould see down her cleavage. I could also smell the perspiration of afrightened woman. I moved my hands slightly so that they were resting onthe soft swell of her hips; I could feel the elastic of her panties throughthe thin dress and I could also feel the outline of a suspender belt. Good, she was wearing stockings, not tights.”When were you last fucked?” I asked casually. She gave a loud gasp andstiffened in horror.”You crude a****l”, she said harshly, her voice trembling. “You cantuse that kind of language to me”. I laughed again.”You will be surprised what language we will both be using in the nextcouple of days, Andrea. Now, I don’t usually üsküdar escort ask questions twice but onthis occasion I’ll make an exception. You don’t really need to find outwhat will happen if you are disobedient or if you annoy me. When were youlast fucked?”.There was a long silence and I just stood holding her hips and waiting.I knew how frightened she was and that it would take her a moment or two toadjust to the situation and to get her thoughts straight. She had one ortwo attempts at answering and then stammered,”I told you that I was divorced. My marriage had not been good for acouple of years. My husband and I only made love about once a month andtowards the end it was much less than that. I haven’t made love for abouta year”.”That’s not what I asked you,” I said, “I asked when you were lastfucked. Now get the words right or you’ll be sorry”.She tried desperately to get the words out but found it almostimpossible. I knew how she was feeling but I also knew how important itwas for her to realise that I was in complete control and could make her doanything I wanted. Finally she whispered wretchedly,”I was last fucked about a year ago””There you are,” I said cheerfully, “that wasn’t so hard was it? Nowtell me about Gillian. She seems very young for her age. Do you thinkthat she is a virgin?” I heard her horrified gasp.”Of course she is a virgin,” she stammered, “she has never had a seriousboyfriend and her father was very cold towards her. She doesn’t know howto behave around men”. I laughed again.”I think that I can help to bring Gillian on a little for you. Wouldyou like that?”She gasped with horror again and I could feel her body begin to tremblemore under my hands. I slid my hands from her hips round on to her plumpbelly and pulled her firmly against my prick.”Please leave Gillian alone,” she begged, “I’ll do anything”. I justlaughed and slid my hands back to her waist and kissed her neck. I took myhands from her waist, left her standing by the sideboard without touchingher further and went and sat down on the settee.”Bring my drink over here,” I commanded brusquely, “put it on the tableand stand in front of me”.She brought my drink and stood uncertainly in front of me twisting herhands nervously.”I don’t want to have to sit looking up at you,” I said. “kneel downjust in front of me”.The frightened woman did exactly as I had ordered her to without furtherprotest. It was interesting how much domination I had already achieved byjust holding her chin and threatening her with paying attention to Gillian.She really was a truly submissive character. It was time to turn this moreto my advantage.”Now we are going to talk but when you are kneeling in this position,which you will be doing quite a lot, you put your hands behind your backkeep your head up, looking into my eyes so that your breasts stick out, andyou separate your thighs widely. If you forget I have ways of making youremember that you will surely regret. Now do it!”Against her will but to afraid to refuse, the terrified woman put herhands behind her back and sat up with a straight back. Her prominentbreasts were nicely displayed. She reluctantly began to open her thighsand, seeing the look in my eyes quickly continued until they were widelysplayed. I looked down at her with some pleasure. She was an exciting,enticing sight for any man. Her blue eyes were wide with fear and herblonde hair fell in soft waves to her bare shoulders. In the position shehad been forced to assume her breasts strained against the thin silk of herwhite blouse and the lacy cups of her bra were prominently displayedthrough the thin material. Her short skirt had ridden high on her plumpthighs and I could see the tops of her stockings just under the hem of theskirt.”Were you a virgin when you were married?” I asked casually, “I want youto tell me about your sexual experience with your husband before you weremarried. Tell me what you used to do together and how far your sexualexperience extended. You better think carefully. I will give you onechance to choose the right words and I will correct you once only. Afterthat I will punish you and you will be really sorry. Well, I’m waiting andmy patience is running out!”She went pale and clearly found talking about intimate subjects with aman difficult, particularly with a man who an hour after he had entered herhouse had her kneeling submissively in front of him with her thighs spread.”I was a virgin” she whispered, “my husband never fucked me before wewere married. He used to touch my breasts over the clothes when it wasdark and once, when we were swimming he put his hand down inside my top onto my bare breast. He never touched my sex at all and I never touched his”I sat looking down at her with a faint smile.”That was pathetic, Andrea. I told you to use the proper words and youknow what they are. Now unless you want me to punish you, let’s go overthat again, for the last time and properly this time. This is whathappened. You were last fucked a year ago. Your husband used to feel yourpretty tits through your clothes and once he got his hand on your bare tit.He never felt your cunt and you never touched his prick before you weremarried. Is that right?”. She looked up at me with horror, her body wastrembling making her breasts quiver deliciously and nodded dumbly. I justlooked at her.”My husband used to feel my tits through my dress,” she whispered, “buthe never felt my cunt and I never saw or felt his prick until our weddingnight”.”Did he have a big prick?” I asked, “how would you know anyway? Howmany pricks have you felt?””Just his,” she whispered.”All right then,” I said, “feel mine and tell me if it is bigger””I couldn’t!” she gasped in horror, “I just couldn’t”.”You don’t have a lot of choice,” I said, “have you forgotten what Isaid about Gillian?” She began to cry quietly but took her hand from behindher back and began to move it towards my thigh. I just lay back with mythighs apart as she came between them to reach me.”Pull my zip down and feel me properly, Andrea,” I ordered. Herdelicate hand reached for my zip and as she did, she bent towards me andthe soft springy flesh of her tit pressed against my knee. She gasped butslowly pulled my zip down. She looked up at me, blushing and afraid. Ipressed my knee against the flesh of her plump tit, making her gasp again.”Don’t move your body,” I ordered, “just put your hands in my trousersand feel my prick and balls”.The frightened woman put her soft hand into my fly and gasped as shefelt my hairy balls and the shaft of my semi-erect prick. Under her touchit quickly became firmer and protruded from my trousers. She hastilywithdrew her hand. I just looked at her and she quickly put her hand backon my prick.”Did our husband like you to toss him off? I asked. She nodded, notspeaking. “Well why don’t you just give me a nice wank while we talk. Would you say that my prick is bigger than your husband’s?”She may have been naive but she knew what I wanted and she also knewthat she better not pretend. As the frightened woman bent forward, herblouse fell away from her chest again and I could see right down hercleavage to where her big firm breasts were encased in a flimsy lacy whitebra. She began to give me a nice slow wank, looking into my eyes.”Much bigger” she whispered.”And did you used to suck your husband off?” I asked. She lookedabsolutely stunned.”That is so filthy, he would never have asked me to do anything likethat,” she said with horror in her tone. I just laughed.”Stand up,” I said abruptly. She reluctantly got to her feet. “Nowtake off your panties and give them to me,” I ordered. She hesitated,until she saw the look in my eye and slowly peeled her white nylon pantiesdown her legs and held them out to me. I just let her stand there holdingthem, knowing tuzla escort how humiliated this was making her feel. Finally I took themfrom her and slipped them into my pocket. “That will be something nice forme to remember you by,” I chuckled. I patted the couch beside me. “Sitdown,” I ordered, ” and carry on wanking me off”She sat down and, putting her soft hand on my prick began to slowly tossme off again. I immediately put my arm round her above her waist on to herchest just below her tit. I could feel her trembling as I moved my hand upuntil my thumb was brushing the lower curve of her full breast. With theother hand I turned her chin towards me and, looking into her wide blueeyes I put my lips onto hers and began to gently kiss her. She wastrembling violently. I slowly increased the pressure of the kiss until,despite herself, her lips parted and brushing them with the tip of mytongue I insinuated my tongue between her lips which reluctantly parted andI took possession of her cool mouth which I began to leisurely explore. Igently played around her cheeks and gums and sucked on her reluctanttongue. Her hand tightened on my prick. I moved my mouth from hers for amoment and said,”Just wank me a little harder, Andrea darling, you are quite good at italready but when I have finished with you, you will be perfect”.I casually moved my hand up on to her fleshy tit and began to feel herthrough her thin blouse and bra. She gasped but did not protest as sheknew that it would be useless. I slid my hand down inside the silk of herblouse until I felt the cup of her bra and then slipped inside that aswell. I could now feel the softness of her bare tit with the hard button ofher nipple against my fingers but her bra was too tight to give me muchscope.”Unfasten your bra, Andrea, “I whispered into her ear through her softhair. She gave a sob, reached behind her and unfastened the clasp. I nowhad complete freedom and I began to thoroughly feel her bare tit twistingher nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it erected.”You have lovely tits,” Andrea, I said, “did your husband enjoy playingwith them?” She nodded. “I didn’t hear that.” I said warningly.”He used to come up behind me when I was washing up and put his armsround me and feel me,” she said.”And did he feel your plump arse while you were washing up?” I asked”He sometimes put his hand up my skirt and felt between my legs,” shewhispered “but he didn’t do anything dirty!”I just laughed and squeezed her soft fleshy tit until she gasped withpain. I turned her face to mine and began to roughly kiss her, r****g hermouth with my tongue, and leaving her in no doubt how things stood.”Listen Andrea, and listen good,” I said quietly and menacingly, “youare mine now to do as I like with. All that matters is my pleasure. Ifyou are a good girl and behave yourself and, most importantly, try toplease me, then I might leave Gillian alone – but I might not. I certainlywon’t be able to resist doing something with her but if you are a good girland do everything I tell you then I may not fuck her. How about that for adeal?””Oh God!” she whispered, “what have I done to deserve this? Please,please leave Gillian alone”.I glanced at the clock and it was getting late. I knew that Gillianwould be home soon. I took my arm from around Andrea’s trembling body andcasually zipped my trousers. I looked into her frightened eyes and, justfor the hell of it gave her another deep demanding kiss. I released her.”You can tidy yourself up before Gillian comes home,” I said to thefrightened blonde. Fasten your bra and pull your skirt down but don’t putany panties on. When Gillian comes in, invite me for breakfast with youboth tomorrow. I want to see Gillian before she goes to school. You and Iare going to spend the day together tomorrow and you are to wear yoursexiest, shortest low-cut dress with stockings and suspenders but no bra orpanties. You will wear high heeled shoes, as high as you have. You are tobe dressed like this when I come for breakfast and you better be dressedlike it when you get Gillian up. I want her to see how her mother is goingto look in the future”.She just looked dumbly into my eyes as she reached behind her andfastened her bra.”I couldn’t dress like that in front of Gillian,” she said, “what wouldshe think? She has never seen me without a bra, I would look like a tart”.”Exactly,” I said, “now you are getting the message. From now on youare my tart and Gillian will have to get used to it. What do you thinkthat she will think when she sees me feeling you in front of her? Supposethat while you are serving breakfast I let her see me run my hand up yourthigh under your short skirt on the bare flesh and then feel your cunt. Doyou think that she would like that? Or do you think she would like it if Ijust pulled you on to my knee in front of her and felt you up while I wastalking to her about school?””You couldn’t be so wicked as to do that to a mother in front of herdaughter,” she gasped with pleading in her broken tones.”You have no idea how wicked I can be,” I just laughed “now comb yourher, Gillian will be home soon”. She rushed to do as I said and soonlooked well-groomed again. She had repaired her make-up and straightenedher blouse. I knew both that she felt naked and vulnerable with no pantiesunder her short skirt. She sat on a chair opposite me and her short skirtrode high on her slender thighs. She sat with her thighs together andavoided my eyes.”Andrea,” I said, “when you are sitting you are never to have yourthighs closed, now spread them! The only exception is when Gillian isaround. For now, you can keep your thighs together but at all other timesI want be able to see up your skirt any time I want to look”.She looked into my eyes and slowly spread her thighs. Her skirt rode upabove her stocking-tops and I could see the groove of her hairy blonde cuntslightly gaping. She saw me looking at her cunt and blushed deeply.”You have a very pretty cunt, Andrea,” I said, “I shall certainly enjoygetting to know it. You are much more hairy down there than I would haveexpected. Don’t you ever shave your cunt?” She looked shocked and her legswere trembling.”Never,” she gasped, “I never even thought of such a thing”. I lookedinto her eyes again. I thought that I could entertain myself with her alittle more before Gillian came home.”Get me a drink Andrea,” I ordered and then go and sit down as youwere”. She rushed to the sideboard and poured me a brandy and then returnedto her chair and spread her legs.”That’s a good girl,” I said, “You are learning. Let’s talk aboutGillian. Do you ever see her naked these days or is she too shy. Does shehave a hairy cunt like yours?” She gasped again and looked dumbly at me. Ijust waited.”I don’t often see her naked,” she whispered, “but I can see the hairthrough her nightie sometimes”.Just then we heard a car and a moment later the door opened and Gillianbounded in. She looked young and fresh and her cheeks were flushed fromthe cold night air. I could see Andrea struggling to behave normally.”Did you have a good time, darling?” she asked and I could hear thequaver in her voice.”It was lovely,” she replied in her high-pitched voice and I could hearthe upper class accent of the Home Counties strong in it. Curious I hadnot noticed this before in her mother but it was clear now that these weretwo bitches from the upper classes who after the divorce had come down toearth with a bang. “The money that Mr Evans gave me was so useful! I wasvery popular tonight”. I just smiled at her and looked significantly atAndrea.”Would you like to come and have breakfast with us in the morning beforeGillian goes to school?” she asked. Gillian gave a little squeal.”Oh! Please do!” she begged. I just smiled.”I’ll see you both about seven thirty then, I will look forward to it”.I finished my drink and got up. “Don’t worry,” I said to Andrea, “I’ll seemyself out. Good night and sweet dreams to you both” I closed the doorgently on Gillian’s sparkling excited eyes and those of her mother, blueand wide-eyed with concern.************************************************************

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