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The lift was small, although mirrors gave the impression of more room. Scuffed up footprints covered the grey floor. The doors closed and they were alone. Matt pressed for the fourth floor and the lift began it's elevation.

Suddenly, Becky pressed the red stop button by the  door. The lift rumbled and spluttered to a halt between the second and third floor.

“What the hell did you do that for?!” Matt was shocked and surprised.

“What do you think?” She pushed Matt against a wall and reached down to his belt buckle, fumbling and tugging it open. “I've wanted you all evening.” She gave the buckle a jerk to make sure it was open, then slammed his zip down.

“What the hell are you doing,you’ll get us thrown out of here,” Matt gasped. He grabbed hold of her waist in order to catch his balance.

Becky however, took no notice and continued on her quest. gave a throaty laugh. “I don’t  think you really believe me. I couldn't wait to see you again after this afternoon. Now,do as you are told and spread 'em!”

Matt could only smile as he moved his legs apart. He couldn't quite believe how the day had turned out. 

Leaning against the framework of the coconut shy, virtually hidden by the overhanging canopy, a woman stood alone. Medium in height, seemingly a little older than him, she stood, her face framed by a shock of  blonde hair. Carl chastised himself momentarily, for wondering if it was her natural colour. Yet something about this woman kept him watching through the sea of other people.

She stood away from the crowds, eating a toffee apple. He could almost taste the sticky sweetness with his eyes. This vision didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary; other people were eating toffee apples at the fair, but the way she brought it to her lips was different. Her actions completely mesmerized him.

He watched her rolling the toffee around her mouth, savouring the taste as if it were the best thing she’d ever had. She licked with her exquisitely long tongue, almost prehensile as she swiped around the red glazed apple. The slow glide and eroticism proved tempting to mimic.

The way she sucked the finger that caught dribbles from her face sent shivers down him, and as she crunched it he almost imagined her beckoning, “Come and get me if you dare.”

He watched her in silence, as she stood before the picture. Passion adorned her radiant face. They had been best friends for so long, Joe had always been there for Angela, when others let her down. Yet recently he had felt so much more but was scared to tell her.

Joe gently touched her shoulder and immediately she covered his hand with her own. “Isn't the painting wonderful Joe,” she smiled. “Pure unadulterated love. Naked, yet unashamed. Oh for a love such as theirs.”

He turned her round gently. Holding her close, Joe kissed her softly, “I love you Angela.”

Once he was alone again, Jake felt like he could do with a drink. There was no mini bar in the room, but, he always made allowances for that. He headed straight for the wardrobe, opened it and bent over, rummaging in a bag. “Got it!” he eventually said out loud, as he retrieved a half bottle of whiskey and a couple of plastic glasses. With his head amongst clothes, however, he never heard the door open. 

Jake put the bottle and glasses on his bedside table, pouring himself a small drink and downing it in one. “Ah, that hits the spot all right,” he declared, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He hadn't noticed the woman in a white coat and dark glasses, that had slunk in quietly and watched him using the open wardrobe door as a screen.

When Sonia kicked the door shut though, she startled Jake, and moving quickly toward him, she grabbed his ass with her hands, squeezing the cheeks. “And that certainly hits the spot,” she stated, pressing up against him and rolling her hips around him. “Oh, I do love a man with a neat ass. Especially when he is pleased to see me. By the way you can pour me one of those.”She pointed to the whiskey.

Jake obliged, with pleasure. He poured her a drink and passed it over.“ So what's with the coat and dark glasses then?” he asked, between kisses, and nibbles on her bottom lip.

She took a gulp of the whiskey and put the glass down. “Can't you guess? I'm incognito. I couldn't let anyone find out where I was going,” she replied. “But there is something very nice, especially for you, underneath the coat.” 

Sonia removed her glasses and slipped them in a pocket. From the sexy wink and evil glint in her eye, Jake could tell she had something very nice to offer him.  

"This is like unwrapping a Christmas present, and finding something you've always wanted." he said, and eagerly unbuttoned the coat.

Their first year of Dale and Anne's marriage had been a tough one financially. Especially with the firm Dale worked for closing. And work was difficult to find, so he had finally taken a job through necessity with a big drop in pay. And, together with the wage from Anne's part time work, they just about kept their heads above water.

Come Christmastime though, each hoped to get one special gift for each other to open. Neither had any spare money though. The only way to do this was to sell something of their own to raise the money needed.

The local pawn shop became the answer. Anne knew that Dale used to go fishing with his father and had wanted to take it up again, but needed a reel, so she pawned her beloved camera that had won her photographic picture contests in order to get it.

However unbeknown to her, Dale sold his fishing rods in order to buy a wide angle lens for her camera.

Come Christmas morning, after presents were opened, they held each other, with tears in their eyes.

“You know what this means,” Dale finally said. “Our love is greater than any possession.”

He discovered the woman in church, slumped against a pew. Although wearing a habit, she was the strangest nun he'd ever. She had the veil, but her tunic was a latex mini, with legs clad in black torn stockings.

“Excuse my miss, but are you all right?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “I think so. I went to a fancy dress do last night with my idiot boyfriend, who persuaded me to have sex here afterwards. Then he deserted me. I'm sorry. We did wrong.”

The bishop felt mildly amused. “What was he dressed as?”

“Satan!”  

Outside however, they heard a trail of footsteps as people came into the toilets. Jake put a hand over her mouth. “Not here, we might get caught. Come to my room in half an hour.” Reaching for his pen, he wrote the number of his room on the back of Sonia's hand. “There, now you won't forget.” And once decently attired again, Sonia and Jake made their way out separately.

A few minutes later Jake was back at his room. Once inside, he slung his jacket over a chair and put the briefcase in a safe place. Undoing a few shirt buttons he flung himself on the bed, lay on his back and waited. Undoing the buttons of his shirt, he let it flop open, revealing the few soft, light brown strands that matched the color on his head, but were a poor excuse for chest hair.

Suddenly, Jake heard a knock on the door. He stretched his legs out, leaving them slightly agape and inviting before casually calling out, “Come in, the door's on the latch.” His face fell though, as he saw his friend and work colleague, Mike walk in.

“Wow Jake, you look pleased to see me,” laughed Mike. “And I was only popping by to see if you were feeling better. Or is this for someone else's sake? Someone like Sonia, who I noticed was pretty quick to follow you out of the boardroom.”

A guilty look spread across Jake's face as he sat up. He felt horrified at knowing she had been noticed, following him.

“You bad boy!” Mike continued with a grin. “You know she's PA to one of the Directors, don't you? And what would Beth say?”

“She'll say nothing because she will never find out. Unless you decide to tell her.”

“Oh I don't know mate, what's it worth, for me to keep quiet?”

Jake considered for a moment, then replied with a slight warning tone. “Probably me keeping my mouth shut about you and the stationery cupboard at last Christmas' office party. Stella wasn't it?”

Mike's face fell. “Okay, I didn't know you knew. My lips are sealed. Just be careful though.”

The electrical crew had spent two weeks away from home, working long hours and staying in poky digs. The job had been a tough one but was eventually finished and passed. Foreman Dan, felt proud of his men. He looked at their tired faces. Even Tom who was almost 60 had done well.

“I want you all down the Blue Moon tonight,” Dan called out. “We're having a party.”

So, although very tired,that evening, all six of them trooped into the basement strip club called the Blue Moon. The club was crowded and scantily dressed waitresses paraded around serving drinks to patrons of all shapes and sizes. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The air was thick with chinking glasses, chatter, smoke and seductive music.

Dan found a seat for Tom near the front and indicated to a special birthday treat for Tom. A busty stripper. She began her enticingly erotic routine in front of Tom, shedding her clothes and egging him on. Tom, however, just sat still.

“Hey Tom, want a drink?” someone yelled over to him.

The stripper nudged him and then stopped dancing. “ It's no good. I'm wasting my time,”she called. He's asleep!”

In the midst of time, trees, and unfamiliarity,a veil of mist surrounded Hilary. Yet she knew no fear.

The long flowing gown she wore danced in the wind. She seemed to be abeyant; pendulous, rocking in perpetual motion. Yet every rocking movement seemed to rid her of the many cares and troubles that had weighed heavy on her mind. For a moment Hilary wondered if she had died.

She turned slightly and a protective arm seemed to swoop her up. It drew her close ... 

Hilary remembered. Awaking from a sleep, she kissed her new husband. Light of her life. Her saviour.

Sorcha got up washed and dressed quickly. Then she struggled down the rickety winding staircase with her bag; she did not want George coming to the room again; she did not trust him There was something sleazy about him that Sorcha could not quite fathom.

Downstairs Jack was waiting for her, sitting drinking coffee. His hair was messed up,and on seeing Sorcha, he smoothed it down before covering it with his cap. He also brushed a few bits of straw off his jacket. Sorcha reckoned he had slept in a barn with the horses.


After saying hello, she looked around her to see if Mr Eddowes was anywhere to be seen.


 His wife could tell by the anxiety on her face that she was hoping he wasn't. “Don't worry,” she said reassuringly, patting Sorcha's hand. “He's keeping well out of sight, scowling out back after the telling off I gave him last night.”

She gave Sorcha a mug of steaming coffee and cooked her some eggs for breakfast. Sitting with her for a few minutes she smiled. Her hair was tied back and the twinkle in her eye made her cheeks look very rosy. 


“I thought you would need something inside you,” she said. 

Just before they went, Mrs Eddowes put a wrapped up package in Sorcha's hand. “Put that safe. Eddowes doesn't know I've given it you. Some food for the journey. You might enjoy it.”

“You are very kind, thank you.” Sorcha smiled and shook her hand. She put it the package in her bag and carried on out to where Jack stood with the carriage.

“We should get going, we have a way to go yet,” he told Sorcha as he helped her up into the carriage. “I want to get you there at a decent time.”

Sorcha sat down by the window with bag at her feet. She traveled alone for the remainder of her journey, so she had nobody to talk to. So for most of the journey she looked out of the window watching the places they passed through.

After a while, rough roads gave way to dirt tracks as the carriage moved away from busy towns and bustling crowds to smaller villages and rural areas. It was at one of these villages that they stopped for a break and to let the horses take in water.