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Made in the Mirror: Part One By Jennifer Richardson "Your sister is searching for you." Lee Burrows frowned, thinking that he had misheard what the woman had said. "I'm sorry, you must have made a mistake, I think you've come to the wrong house." He replied glancing left and right down the road. The last thing he needed was one of his stuck up neighbours seeing him talking to the scruffy dressed old woman. "No mistakes, this is the house and I tell you that your twin sister is seeking you." "Look, if it's money you want..." "I want nothing from you, other than you believe that which I tell you." She said, her mouth widening to reveal nicotine stained teeth, where there were teeth. "Right, okay, fair enough, my sister, my twin sister is looking for me. I believe you, okay?" She gave him another gap-toothed smile, if you could call it a smile then turned and left the driveway. He watched her leave the gate, without closing it behind her, and was soon out of sight behind next doors hedge. Lee walked to the gate and closed it before walking back into the newly bought house. He had a certain smug satisfaction at closing the door of his Englishman's castle and wandered into the lounge. "What was all that about?" His wife asked. He glanced over to her where she sat at the computer, working on another of her historical romances. Lee could still barely believe that she was his wife, the hugely successful Melinda Haughton, now Haughton-Burrows. The countries most renowned writer of romantic fiction. Tall slender and lithe, stunningly beautiful, golden hairdo, and with a figure that he'd still crawl over broken glass to get to. "Some old gypsy woman said my twin sister was looking for me." Lee found himself laughing at the absurdity of it all. All anybody had to do was to look in the cuttings file of the local newspaper to find that he, Lee Burrows was the only son and heir of Matthew and Charlotte Burrows, hugely wealthy owners of Burrows International. Until they'd sold it for a song and gone on a cruise to celebrate. Such a shame that the yacht they had been onboard off Madeira had gone down with all hands. That had been two years ago and Lee had inherited the lot. With little interest in business or a career to start with it hadn't taken him long to decide to devote his time to the high life and the golf course. Melinda had been the first in only a long line of newspaper headlines, the society wedding of the year. Neither needed ever work again and Melinda only continued writing because she felt like it. Accountants and Share dealers managed everything else for them. "Well, as long as she didn't curse you you'll be fine darling." "She did, she left the gate open!" "Ooooh!" You're in real trouble then!" Melinda laughed. Closing the computer down. "As long as she believed that you believed what she told you." "How do you mean?" "Don't you know darling? Disbelieving the words of a wise woman is as bad as actually being cursed!" She said it in a raspy crackling voice and wriggled her fingers at him. "Yes, right, I see." He wasn't actually sure. "Can you imagine the field day the newspapers would have with it? Mystery woman claiming to be the long lost twin sister of Lee Burrows, the Burrows heir, married to renowned romance writer Melinda Haughton-Burrows. Claims half the family inheritance in a tale of intrigue and mystery befitting o story penned by Mrs Haughton- Burrows herself." Lee laughed again. "Keep going darling, you might have a story in you yet!" Melinda giggled. "Lisa Burrows, twenty six, up until now having been a girl of mystery has told her story exclusively to 'The Globe." Gorgeous Lisa claims to have been kidnapped by aliens from her pram and has only just been released from twenty five years of interstellar captivity." Lee flopped onto a high wing-backed leather armchair. "Gorgeous is she? Why gorgeous?" Melinda giggled crossing to straddle his waist and raising her skirt to her waist. "Stands to reason doesn't it?" Lee replied, his hands stoking his wife's perfect breasts through the sheer white blouse. "I'm wonderfully handsome so my twin sister must therefore be equally as gorgeous." Her fingers freed him from his tight jeans and guided him to meet her heavenly altar. "I see, so she'll be gorgeous will she? As gorgeous as me?" Melinda panted as they began moving together. "Oh yes! Same build, stunningly beautiful but with raven black hair and sparkling emerald eyes to contrast with your golden blonde tresses and baby blue orbs." Lee gasped, there movements so perfectly matched, so excruciatingly wonderful that they knew each other infinitely well, urges, needs and longings. "If she's so beautiful darling, I might have to have her myself!" Melinda sobbed as her climax neared and then scorched through her drawing Lee's from him with her suggestion. Of course she knew that Lee had a little bit of a thing about seeing her with another girl, just as she'd told him she fancied the idea, as long as he invited another young man to play games with him. Their lovemaking moved from the armchair to the stairs and finally up to the huge four-poster bed in their hugely ornate bedroom. They'd decorated it in the style of one of the Lord's of the Manor, straight from one of Melinda's books. Oversized dark wood furniture with a more modern take in that the huge wardrobe was mirrored and the dressing table was the style of a professional salon's. Wall lights lit the room softly and reflected in the mirror above the huge gothic style bedstead. The bedstead had been a must have for both of them in that they both loved exploring their darkly erotic sides and ropes often played a part in their games. They eventually cuddled close together and spoke in soft whispers, neither of them wishing to spoil the moment. Until Melinda gave a little giggle and asked what kind of girl Lee's twin sister would be. "The complete opposite of me, soft and demure, willing to please. Calm and a little shy, seductively sophisticated, not brash and loud like me." "She sounds nicer then you are!" Melinda giggled again. "Oh she is, she's sexy to the point of being irresistible. No man or woman can avoid wanting her, yet she's keeping herself for that someone special. The person she can willingly gave herself to, completely and utterly to the exclusion of all others." Lee said quietly, half dreaming and half, wondering. "She sounds a little bit submissive if you ask me." Melinda's hands slipped down to gently stroke him. "She is to beautiful creatures like you, and the one she gives herself to will have her forever and a day." Aroused again and aware that his description was turning Melinda on just as her touch was upon him. "She'd be yours to play with, to tease and explore. To give you utter devotion asking only in return that you share yourself with her and her alone." "I think I'd like to meet her darling, perhaps even write her into a book. I'll just have to make do with you for now though won't I?" She rolled on top of him and pinned his wrists to the bed with her right hand, reaching for the first rope to bind his wrists tight above his head to the bedstead. Then the second before she began teasing him with gentle touches and kisses. "I'd gag you darling but I want to hear more about the luscious Lisa!" Melinda's eyes sparkled, as she looked into the mirror above the bedstead watching them move together, arousal and need growing. An idle thought sparking in her head as she watched her reflection, the mirrors for the ceiling, she'd seen the perfect one and once it was fitted whoever was on the bottom would be able to see what was happening too. She made a mental note to take Lee to see it tomorrow, then turned her mind back to the present. "Tell me about her again Lee, tell me all about her!" A shuddering moan rippled through Melinda, Lee lay back allowing her complete control, watching as she played with her own tits and nipples. "She'd make the perfect lover for you Melinda, so perfectly sensual that you'd never let her out of your sight!" Hours later they slept, Melinda lying on her back, full length, on top of the still roped Lee. The last thing her sleepy eyes saw was just how perfect the mirror would look above the bed. Lee woke to find himself alone in the bed, he could hear the sound of the power shower and imagined his wife standing beneath the cascading hot water. The thoughts stirred him to life and he made to move from the bed. Only to find that his wrists were still roped to the bedstead. He grinned to himself and congratulated himself once again on managing to make her his wife. They'd met at the launch of her best-selling novel; at least, it had been her third novel and had sold most copies of all three. That novel had of course been eclipsed by the fourth and the fifth; the one his wife was currently working on was projected to outsell even that. Two of the countries largest television broadcasters were currently in a bidding war for the development rights to the first book and the lawyers had said to sit tight an let them fight it out. Obviously, if the first, "The DeMonforts of Ingleby," was a success then there was the distinct possibility that the others would follow. "The Bishop's Palace", then perhaps, "Diary of Victoria Malmesbury". Lee had read them all, loving the spice that Melanie's words conjured up, certainly his wives imagination knew no bounds. Rather, she knew all about binding and being bound. So much so that she often called her interest in such things as "physical research." Lee didn't care what she called it, they both loved it, and he played the role of Lord of the Manor seducing the staff just as equally as Melanie played the upper class Lady of the House seduced the groundsmen and chauffeur. He smiled at the reaction of his friends if they knew what kind of outfits hung neatly in the wardrobes. Melanie had found a theatrical outfitter in London who was more than willing to design and create the costumes. Many of the characters from Melanie's books came to life in the bedroom; indeed they often lived out their lives throughout the house, in their rightful stations of course. As far as the outfitter was aware Melanie wanted the clothes and costumes so her writing could be as historically accurate as possible. Lee idly wondered what the poor old fellow's reaction would be if he knew the truth. He stretched as best he could on the bed and saw Melanie walk into the room, still damp from the shower but comfortably naked. She sat on the side of the bed and stroked his erection with a sly smile on her lips. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you up darling." She smiled again and reached across him so that her jutting breasts rubbed across his face. His lips locked onto a nipple and he suckled while she worked the ropes free. She shuddered and drew in a deep breath, fingers straying down to his groin. Once the ropes were loosened he tried to gather her in his arms but she wriggled free and teased him. "Later darling, first you'll have to treat me to a little surprise." She stretched on her tiptoes, displaying herself to him lewdly. "Well if you come back to bed I'll surprise you right here and now!" He laughed wolfishly. "I told you, you'll have to surprise me, so if you'd kindly get showered and dressed, I'll take you to it." He got off the bed grumbling to himself and once dressed he went down stairs to find Melinda making coffee in the kitchen. Dressed in tight jeans and a baggy white shirt tied at her waist she looked a picture of demure sexiness. Her nipples brushed against the blouse when she turned to him and he knew she was bra less beneath. "Ready darling?" "Very!" "I meant are you ready to go?" Melinda handed him a mug of coffee and giggled at the bulge growing in the front of his pants. "Pleased to see me?" "I always am Melinda, you know that!" "Well you just be a good little chauffeur and drive me up to Cargill and I'll show you what you can surprise me with!" Melinda gave Lee a peck on the cheek and breezed passed him barefooted. He finished his coffee and followed the sound of her bare feet on the polished wooden floor of the hallway. He found her sliding her legs into knee high leather riding boots with such a highly glossed polish on them that anyone would think she'd spent hours working on them. Of course Melinda hadn't, one of the young girls down at the stables would have done it for her. The stable girls certainly seemed to venerate her as some kind of Goddess and when it came down to it they wouldn't have been far off the truth. She certainly looked the part as she invariably refused to wear a riding hat, the tightest of jodhpurs and crisp white blouse. Her hair flowing in the wind and the hugely muscled stallion moving beneath her like liquid flowing over hard baked ground. There was little doubt that this was the heroine from Melanie's fourth novel, "The Hunt Mistress," where the heroine had risen to her position from being treated worse than the horses and the hounds by a sadistic landowner. The heroine, one Margaret Tyler had eventually risen to prominence through a series of dalliances with the great and the good. Lee could see where Melanie had got that particular trait from every time he met Celia Frobisher, wife of the captain of the golf club and sometime bed partner of most of the committee men, and woman if Melanie was to be believed. As for horses and riding the damned things Lee wasn't going anywhere near them. This was frowned upon, behind his back, by those who saw themselves as his equals or betters. Obviously they weren't going to do it to his face, he might have stopped sponsoring the various hunt functions. As for the huge black horse? Lee couldn't stand the great black demon, it eyed him as if he was nothing more than an ant and openly showed his disdain of his owner's husband. Shadow by name, shadow by nature Lee often thought, there was definitely something of the night about the great brute. Melanie hadn't helped matters by informing Lee that she often had huge multiple orgasms when riding her mount. Of course that might just have been a hint that Lee should try harder. Which of course he had and much to Melanie's pleasure. The drive to Cargill took twenty minutes or so, if Lee had stuck to the speed limit it would have taken nearer forty but the Lotus wasn't built for trundling, it was built for all out speed. Cargill itself is a small market town, grey buildings centred round the central market place. The shops were mainly gift shops and antique shops, day to day shopping for groceries tended to have drifted to a large out of town shopping centre that Melanie saw as hell on earth and Lee wouldn't have gone near enough to see. Besides, the kind of things the couple were likely to be interested in were easier to find in London and that was only an hour or so away. Lee parked the car in the small car park to the rear of the quaint old stone church and cursed when he saw that a parking ticket machine had suddenly appeared in the corner of the car park. "Is nowhere sacred any more?" He moaned as he fumbled in the glove compartment for change. "Depends which alter you're worshipping at darling!" Melanie giggled, thrusting her hips forward so her inner thighs connected with his face. "While you're down there Lee!" She laughed, grinding her hips and rubbing the tight jeans all over him. "If I'm going to do that I'd much rather you were wearing a habit Mother Superior." Lee gave a muffled laugh. "And you just remember that, the superior bit anyway, you can forget the Mother. Come on it's along that lane." She squeezed out from under him and waited until Lee had stuck the ticket in the window of the car then locked it. She led him down a narrow lane, the buildings on either side looking as though they were leaning in toward each other. "Here we are." Melanie pointed to a converted barn on the other side of a side street, crossed the road and went in through a side door before Lee had even moved. "She must be keen," Lee muttered to himself wondering how much the surprise was going to cost him. Stepping in through the door he found himself in a brightly lit barn with the original rafters high overhead. He saw Melanie engaged in an animated conversation with a sharp suited young man. Lee's mind wandered for a moment then settled back into the present and he walked over to where they stood. "That's right Mrs Haughton-Burrows, it was originally owned by the third Duke of Morristown. It stayed with the family for most of the time up until the war when a doodlebug home hit the family. The manor house was virtually gutted but the mirror collection was safely stored at one of the estate farms." the young man said. "Mirror? What mirror?" Lee asked. The young man turned to his left and reached toward a large sheet of white cloth that hung from the wall. "No! It's alright, it's a surprise for my husband." Melanie said quickly, stopping the young man from removing the sheet from what appeared to Lee to be a large bulky item. "I see, well, there is a rather lot of history tied up in the mirror Mrs Haughton-Burrows. It is reputed to have been the one used by the Duke when he carried out his, ahem, experiments." "Experiments?" Lee asked, raising an eyebrow. Not sure that he wanted to be associated with anything of a dubious nature. "The Duke was one of the foremost occultists of his time darling. You've heard of the 'Golden Dawn?'" Melanie said. Lee nodded; she'd based part of "The Bishop's Palace," around a remnant of the society. As far as he could tell they had been an earlier more academic version of the "Hellfire Club." "Well, the Duke believed that mirrors held magical properties which could be used to give him special powers. The bigger the mirror the more the power was magnified. He had most of the walls in his house covered in them. His descendants must have found the idea distasteful as they stored them all away." The young man explained. "Aleister Crowley, the 'Great Beast,' hunted them down and tried to buy them but his reputation preceded him and the family refused to sell them. So, to the best of anyone's knowledge they lay hidden at the estate farm until the farm was to be converted into a hotel. The remaining family members didn't want them either so the mirrors were finally sold off." Melanie said, her baby blue eyes sparkling with excitement. As was ever the case Lee knew he was going to give in. It had been the same when she'd first set eyes on Shadow. He and a group of associates were considering buying the horse as a yearling, to put him under training for the flat season. Once Melanie had seen the great evil eyed beast it had been love at first sight and Lee had ended up doing the deal behind his associates back. He hadn't been popular but that had never bothered Lee before and as long as Melanie was happy so was he. As it was in that case, so it was in this, he had his chequebook in his hand before he knew it and was asking the young man his price. "For the mirror I mean!" He added hurriedly, seeing the smirk on Melanie's face. Lee handed the cheque over having filled it in and signed it, leaving the barn 18,000 worse off but comfortable in the knowledge that his investments would probably make that in a few hours. Melanie left with an old book clutched to her chest that the young man had kindly thrown in with the price. A volume of the long dead Duke's diaries. "You are going up to town tomorrow aren't you? She asked as they sat over lunch at a country pub. "Am I? I didn't think I was." "The mirrors being delivered and fitted tomorrow, it'll ruin the surprise if you see it before it's installed." "I suppose I'm going up to town then, what am I doing there?" "You could call into a certain shop if you like!" She gave him a dirty grin. "I've a dress that needs to be picked up." Lee found himself swelling in his jeans. "A lovely gypsy number to help you get over your nasty meeting." Lee had actually forgotten about the incident and hadn't been particularly worried by it in the first place. Other than the way Melanie had reacted when he invented what his twin sister would have looked like and how her character might have turned out he would have forgotten about the whole thing completely. "Anything planned for this afternoon?" He asked, changing the subject without thought. "I really should get on with the next chapter, I've had Maurice asking me where it is. Plus one of the television companies wants to do a mini series instead of the made for television film they first suggested so I'll have to phone Saunders," Melanie explained, "Maurice is coming round about five o'clock." "In which case I might just go up to the golf club, that agent of yours gives me the creeps!" Lee made a show of shuddering. "Lee he's an ancient old queen, be nice, he just fancies you but it's not as if he's going to chase you round the bedroom!" "Don't even think about it! I'd rather spend an afternoon listening to Saunders rabbit on about compound interest all afternoon!" Lee laughed and signalled for the bill. "I'll drop you off at home and head straight up to the club if you don't mind." He said, once they were in the car. "Okay, don't drive home, get one of the club staff to bring you back if you've had a couple." "If I've had a couple of the club staff or a couple of drinks?" Melanie laughed. "Drinks darling, drinks, though how about I try to talk that waitress into coming home with me? Jenny, I think she's called." "Why not bring your sister home Lee, she was so much fun last night!" "You really got off in that didn't you? I think you were far more interested in I invented about Lisa than you ever are when you get me to talk dirty to you!" "You brought her to life, I've never heard you being so descriptive about something before." Melanie explained. "Maybe I should try writing a book then, make it a family concern." lee suggested with a smile. "Not with Lisa in it darling, she's mine and she's going to make me have an awful lot of rewriting to do." "You're going to put her in the new book?" Lee asked, a little surprised even though a lot of what they got up to privately made it into her tales, all be it that they got moved back in time. "Sure I am, I haven't had a character like her to play with for ages. I can see her as the devoted companion of Marcia, no one knows where she came from but Lisa will be so loved by everyone that nobody ever asks about her background. Of course nobody will know that Marcia and Lisa are at it like rabbits." "Your readers are going to go crazy!" Lee blurted. "They'll never accept that sort of thing going on!" "They accepted that the Bishop spent much of his time chasing choirboys." Melanie argued. "Yes, but that actually happens, nowadays I mean. If you buy one of the Sunday rags there's always at least one story about some dodgy clergyman." "Who's to say that lady companions like Lisa didn't provide a more intimate kind of company to young ladies of higher station?" "Mel! You're making her sound like a real person!" "She will be, by the time I've finished she'll be leaping out of the page and kissing my readers full on the lips!" Lee thought about this and decided that what Melanie had said was probably true. When he had read "The Diary of Victoria Malmesbury", he'd spent the next few weeks thinking that he should actually know the central character. He didn't of course but Victoria had seemed very real for a time. As had the Bishop but that was something that Lee wasn't too willing to consider at that particular moment, until inspiration hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Hang on a minute! You nicked Maurice for the Bishop didn't you!" Melanie turned in the passenger seat with a very smug look on her face. "You've only just worked that out? You must be the last one I know who's read the book to solve it. Why do you think Maurice was like the Cheshire cat for months afterwards? His phone never stopped ringing with offers of dates!" Not for the first time Lee wondered why Melanie didn't spend any time in the libel courts, presumably because the injured party would have to establish and prove beyond all reasonable doubt that they were nothing like the character they felt had similarities to themselves. Not easy when you used a firm of lawyers with Saunders reputation. He arrived on the raked gravel car park of the golf club reminding himself not to spin the car's wheels on the gravel. Not that he didn't want to, the lure was always almost unbearable. He didn't do it as he couldn't bare to hear whichever committee man it would be to call out loud in their loud pompous bray for a "boy to rake the drive." The one time that he had done it they'd sent out one of the waiters to do it and it had been pouring with rain. Perhaps the worst bit of the whole afternoon was that no one took him to task over his display of driving. Merely welcomed him into the lounge bar like a prodigal son. Not for the first time did he wonder why he bothered going to the club at all. Truth to tell he was happiest on his own with Melanie. They both knew they would never spend the fortunes they'd amassed themselves. But with neither Melanie being the maternal type and Lee being even further from paternal they'd just have to spend their horde on what they wanted. Most of it on each other and a lot of it totally pointless, except of course on the exotic things that filled the wardrobes and the out of this world furnishings in the bedroom. A thought entered his head when he walked into the bar, if they'd modelled the bedroom on the Lord of the Manor's, why not do the rest of the house the same way? Stopping short of having fresh straw strewn on the floors every morning. Mrs Lewis the every other morning cleaner would never find that acceptable. He decided to suggest it to Melanie when he got back from London. It would do no good trying to tell her later in the evening as he could already see the well-heeled lounge bar members queuing up to ply him with drinks He smiled inwardly when the thought came to him that he was looking at possibly the worst dozen or so golf players in the whole club. Even the most amateur player in the club would have fancied their chances. No wonder they never entered the club competitions, apparently it "wouldn't be seen as right for them to win their own competitions." Like there was as much chance of that as there was of him leaping onto Shadow's back and entering the Grand National. The odd thing was that Shadow would probably win it. That was the kind of mindset the animal had, reared to race on the flat it now leapt fences, walls and hedges that would have given more educated horses heart failure. As for the club competitions and himself, he entered them all. He was confident that if he wanted to he'd win them with his hands tied behind his back. The reason he didn't win was the prize money and the prestige that went with the winning, he needed neither whilst they might well be very much welcomed by the members who struggled to pay the membership fees that seemed to soar every year. Melinda sat curled up in the armchair engrossed in the Duke's diaries. He'd kept detailed records of experiment after experiment. From attempting to see the future to travelling through the mirrors as if they were portals. He'd been very unsuccessful with most but kept returning time and time again to a statement that began to burn in bright letters in the middle of her mind. "That they who talk of things that can not be, shall in the mirrors be powered by three. Upon reflection and powers bestowed the image held on the soul bestowed. Of image mirrored in the glass so shall they be upon this earth." Melanie took the words apart time and time again without decoding them at all. Perhaps it wasn't a riddle; perhaps it was just the Duke being imaginative with language. To the back of the book were some detailed drawings of the mirrors. Hugely framed round massive expanses of glass. Beneath one or two were scribbled notes, presumably copies of the Dukes on handwriting. Neat and full of flourishes they only added to the puzzle. Still, t was a nice book to have. "The longer before the mirror, the longer and stronger the effect." "For greater completion and consolidation numbers of glasses should be employed." "For the state of bliss to be increased in time so must the mirrors eye witness the bliss." "Perhaps he drank too much or did drugs?" Melinda mused, interrupted in her thoughts by the ringing of the old fashioned phone on the coffee table. It was Saunders and there followed a lengthy listing of facts and figures that both Saunders and Melanie would eventually lead her to say, "You do what you think best Saunders, you have our complete trust." Other than the fact that Lee's auditors would be pouring over the same facts and figures almost as soon as they arrived on Saunders desk. Her own copies of contracts and investment statements would wing there way to the small office Lee kept open in the city. Her husband's deals were perused in the same place by the same little old man who'd been doing them for years. Melanie had been amazed when she had found out where Lee had discovered him. "He's just come out of prison having served fifteen years for fraud and embezzlement." "And you trust him to be honest! Are you crazy?" "Maybe, but then I know he's a crook and he knows that I know he's a crook. Therefore he knows I will be suspicious of everything he does. Thus, my dear sexy wife, he will be open and honest for fear that I set the Police on him. What little he does fiddle will keep him happy but it will still be enough to bang him up again so he'll probably end up earning us more to keep us sweet." "Probably?" "There's nothing definite in business, that's why I don't have one." "You are crazy!" "Sure, that's why you married me!" "Well, partly, largely because I fell head over heels for you. That and the fact that Mum and Dad said it was a bad idea!" "I've always been so fond of your parents!" Lee had laughed sarcastically and led her up to the hotel bedroom where they'd made love all night. Melanie considered ringing the golf club and asking Lee to come home as her memories were beginning to get her all hot and bothered. "No Melanie, Uncle Maurice is due and it would do no good for his heart to have Lee wandering round the place." She picked up the Dukes book again and watched a single piece of paper fall to the carpet. She frowned worried that a page might have worked loose from the binding and bent to pick it up. Melanie found that it had the Dukes neat script running across it, not printed this time, this looked like it was the original handwriting. Her heart began to pound; the note added a touch of authenticity to the old book that boosted its value considerably. Not that she had any intention of selling it, money was of little concern. She read the note and then read it again. "Look upon the glass with love and from it shall you receive your desires. Speak to the glass with love and so shall it reflect your wishes. Should your desire be with you for one moment before the looking glass, then for that time and that time alone shall it be with you away from the glass." At least this made a little more sense than the notes she'd read earlier. At least she thought they did. She tried a brief translation. "Treat the mirror with kindness and it will reward you. Speak to the mirror with respect and it will give you your wish. For as long as what you desire is in front of the mirror, it will be with you for the same amount of time away from it." It made much more sense, or sort of did, then came a thought that might just solve one of the earlier riddles. The larger the mirror was, the more power it held, the more mirrors there were, so, there should be more power. Surely that meant that if what you wanted were in two mirrors then it would be with you for twice as long away from the mirror? Three mirrors, thrice the length of time and so on. That was why the Duke had filled his house with mirrors. Melanie turned back to the book absorbed and engrossed to the exclusion of everything else, the secrets slowly began to reveal themselves to her until she was rudely interrupted by Maurice, banging on the front window. Snapped from her study Melanie went to the door hearing Maurice complaining that he had been knocking n the door and banging on the window for half an hour. She checked her watch; Maurice was always promptly on time. She found that it was almost half past five. So where had she been for the best part of half an hour. Whilst Melanie was doing her best to keep her mind on entertaining Maurice, Lee was trying to listen to whatever uninteresting gossip Celia Frobisher was trying to tell him. "So, Roger and his bloody secretary will be getting married at Saint Martin's in August." "You must be thrilled for them." He said, distracted by his first sighting of the waitress he had thought was called Jenny. "Pardon Lee?" "Sorry Celia, I suddenly thought I was supposed to be telling you something about Shadow, Melanie's horse." "No you weren't you naughty boy! You were looking at Jenny!" Celia leaned into towards him, giving a full display of her cleavage. Quite how she dared be so obvious in public Lee didn't know. Perhaps with money you no longer need worry what anybody thought of you. It must have had some basis on the truth, as he was reasonably sure that neither he nor Melanie cared what people thought of them. "She really is delectable isn't she?" "Sorry, who?" Celia laughed in the back of her throat; to Lee it sounded more like the hungry growl of a she wolf greeting her mate. "Jenny," a hand strayed onto Lee's thigh, "seeing one of the junior caddies apparently though she has been known to have a drink with the single male members!" The low chuckle came out from Celia's mouth so laced with sex that Lee was almost overwhelmed. "Erm, yes, I see." "You've rather got the hots for her Lee haven't you? Well, if you find she's off limits you know where to call?" She sidled off in her too short skirt leaving Lee thinking he was more likely to let Maurice have his wicked way with him than go anywhere near Celia. He saw her speak to Jenny and then point over to where he was sitting at the bar. Jenny looked over and gave the kind of tight smile that showed she was less than pleased with what had been said to her. Duty being duty and jobs being difficult to come by in the area Jenny made her resigned way over to the bar. "Mr Burrows? Mrs Frobisher told me you wanted to ask me something." Lee realised that she was far prettier than he had given her credit for. When the smile actually met her eyes she was quite a stunner. "Yes, sorry, I was miles away for a moment. I'm after a favour," he saw the haunted look in the girls eyes, girl? She was about the same age as he was. How many times did she have to put up with drunken idiots leering at her? "I've had a bit too much to drink to drive home, I was hoping your boyfriend might have driven my car back, with me in it." He added, realising as he said it that he sounded remarkably stupid. As stupid as the brain dead members around him he feared. "I'm sorry Mr Burrow's, Mike finished his shift at seven. I'll be getting a lift back with Marie." Answering his question and letting him know she wasn't likely to be looking to go home with Lee at the same time. Not that he meant home in quite the way she might have been thinking he meant. "Fair enough, I'll just have to ask one of these idiots." Her eyes suddenly came to life. "I've never heard them called that before!" She said in an almost whisper. "It's no more and no less than what they are. Bit of money and they think they rule the roost." Jenny cocked her head to one side an eyebrow arched in question. "Me? Sure, me and Melinda are absolutely loaded," he could hear the drink talking a little bit, "but if either of us ever behave like they do in here or treat the staff the way they do you have my permission to kick me backside as hard as you possibly can." The giggle came again, louder this time, loud enough for Celia to look up and give him a small tight defeated smile. "I promise, a smart kick in the pants if you ever act like a complete arse." "Thanks, can I get you a drink or does asking earn me the kick?" "Can't, I'm on duty until eleven." "Is it only half past eight? God time drags by when you're surrounded by rhino skinned pensioners." "If you don't like them, why do you come here?" "The golf, nearest club to home and the best course. Stupid really, I could probably buy the damn place, ban the lot of them and turn it over to the staff if my accountant would let me." There was a short pause while Jenny regarded him. "God, you're serious aren't you?" "'Fraid so, gone down in your estimations have I? He asked with a smile. "No, you went up when you didn't ask me if you could feel my tits inside the first minute." "Damn! There goes my best chat up line!" Lee laughed and was glad she joined in. "You're boyfriend, Mike? Does he play?" "Don't you remember? You absolutely thrashed him three years ago, before you found out that it wasn't the done thing to beat the caddies at their own game." There wasn't any edge in her voice that he could sense and Lee thought he could remember the filthy look he'd got from the boy the following year when Lee had intentionally lost in the first round to a complete novice. Mike had been caddying for him that day and had known Mike had thrown the game. "Oh, yes, he was more than a little bit mad with me." "Well he still plays, when the club pro lets him borrow one of the sets of club from the school." "Didn't he have his own set? I thought I remembered him a locker in the caddies room?" "You know about the caddies room?" "Well, yes, I hide in there when I'm trying to avoid having to play a round with this lot." Lee blushed. "Really? Do the caddies know?" "I don't really know, I guess they'd be annoyed if they did." "Probably, it's the only place they can go where they don't get dirty looks from the members. Mike sold his clubs so he could go back to college part time." There wasn't a hint of her searching for sympathy in her voice. "What's he studying?" Lee asked as he dug into his trouser pockets and pulled out his key ring. He eased a locker key round until it came off the ring. "Computing, he wants to build websites for businesses." "What about his golf, he wanted to play on the amateur circuit didn't he?" "He still wants to but doesn't get enough time to practice." Lee held out the locker key and dropped it into Jenny's palm. "Give that to Mike and tell him to use my clubs whenever he likes. He can forget about the green fees too, I'll have a word with the Secretary and tell him that Mike can use my booking times whenever I'm not playing." "Why? I mean, he'll be thrilled but why are you doing this?" Lee saw the suspicion growing in her eyes and smiled in return. "Because you've reminded me what it's like to be a human being. A mental kick in the backside if you like. If Mike has any problems tell him to give me a call." Lee got off the stool a little unsteadily. "You really can't drive Mr Burrow's!" A genuine sounding concern in Jenny's voice. "I'm not going to, promise, I'm going to walk, it'll do me good." "You won't make it, you'll end up in a ditch or something. Give me the car keys, I'll drive you." He looked into her sparkling green eyes and the long auburn fringe she seemed to try to hide behind when at work. "I thought you didn't finish until eleven?" Lee asked, thinking she'd get into trouble. Jenny gave him a soft smile. "Well, if I have any problems I can always give you a ring can't I?" "It is a Lotus you know!" Lee said when she opened the passenger side door for him. "I know, that's what those letters say on the back. Scared I can't handle it?" He waited until she got into the driver's seat before he replied. "No, I'm just worried you'll get pulled for speeding." "Then I'll give the officer a sexy smile and sweet talk him out of fining me. If he does fine me then you can pay the fine, okay?" Lee was on the receiving end of a dazzling smile that would have talked him into, or out of, just about anything. Jenny floored the accelerator pedal, her skirt riding up to reveal an expanse of thigh and the clip of a black suspender belt. She caught him looking, giggled and eased the skirt back down. "I'll tell Mrs Haughton-Burrows!" "Melanie, she's Melanie and I'm Lee, we're going to have to try to be people every now and again. It might keep our feet on the ground a bit more." "You're drunk!" "True, but not as drunk as I should be." Lee reached into the glove box and found one of his business cards and handed it to her when she eased the car onto the drive outside the house. "Wow! That's some house Lee!" "We kind of like it, come in and say hello to Melanie and we'll get you a taxi sorted out." "Don't trust me with the Lotus then?" She asked with a laugh when she got out of the car. "It isn't that, the cars well known, if you drive into town in it every copper in the county will be after you. Saves a lot of hassle." Lee opened the front door and ushered Jenny in, leading her into the lounge where Melanie was still absorbed in the antique book. "Don't you ever get sick of books?" Lee laughed when Melanie looked up. "Jenny, allow me to present Mrs Melanie Haughton Burrows, Melanie to her friends. Melanie, this is my chauffeur for the evening, Jenny." "Just how drunk have they got you this time Lee? Hi Jenny, thanks for bringing him home." Melanie got up laughing and crossed the room to shake Jenny's hand. Lee collapsed onto the sofa giggling to himself for no apparent reason. "I love your books Mrs Haughton-Burrows, you're writing another one now aren't you?" Jenny asked with a shy smile. "Melanie, the formal bit is too much of a mouthful. I'm about half way through the new one, my agent wants it out for Christmas." Melanie looked over her shoulder when Lee started snoring softly. "Have you got time for a drink or have you got to get back to the club?" "I really should get back to the club Mrs, Melanie, I sneaked out to bring Mister, Lee home." "Right, I'll ring for a taxi, I take you myself but I've had a couple of glasses of wine. It helps me work my way through writer's block. A least that's my excuse." Melanie reached across to the phone and picked up the receiver. "Were you stuck with something?" Jenny asked shyly. Melanie stopped dialling and a smile grew on her face. "Sort of, I got one of the characters into a position and couldn't think of a way out of it for her. Want to see?" "Could I! I mean, if you wouldn't mind." Melanie replaced the receiver and went over to the drinks cabinet, poured two glasses of wine then returned to the sofa, gesturing for Jenny to sit beside her. "Fancy an early finish?" Melanie picked up the phone and dialled without waiting for Jenny to reply. After a pause Melanie spoke. "Hi, put me through to the members bar please." She gave Jenny a smile that said something like watch and learn. There was a silent pause for a moment. "Yes, I'd like to speak to Celia Frobisher please." Melanie seemed to listen for a moment before continuing, "Yes she is there, tell her that Melanie Haughton-Burrow's is calling, about Dominic." She turned to Jenny and put her hand over the mouthpiece. "Dominic is the young man who's been painting a portrait for her, her husband would be horrified if he knew how much 'preparation' Celia requires before she's ready to pose." She quickly broke off and went back to the phone. "Celia! It's Melanie, hiding from someone were we!" She put on a pretend conspiratorial laugh and raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Anyway, the reason I'm calling is that Jenny has had to drive Lee home. I'd bring her back myself but I've had a couple of little drinks myself and the taxis seem to be fully booked. Settle things with whichever bar manager is in will you? I'd hate for Jenny to get in trouble because of Lee." Again there was a pause while she listened to Celia at the other end of the line. "Thanks Celia, you're a real friend, I'll see you on Sunday at the stables shall I? You can tell me all about Dominic's brush action!" Melanie dissolved into giggles and put down the phone. "Right, that's the golf club sorted, now where were we?" "Well, I do still need a taxi home Melanie." Jenny said, overwhelmed a little. "Stop over if you like, I get little chance to chat to real people, Lee will run you home in the morning if you like." "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to put you out." "It's us that have put you out Jenny, do you want to ring home and tell them where you are?" "I should ring my Mum I suppose." "Well, there's the phone, you help yourself and I'll dig out my notes." Melanie crossed to the computer and picked up a notepad, a pen and the antique book from the coffee table while Jenny spoke to her Mother. It seemed she was having a little bit of a problem convincing her Mother that she was telling the truth. "But Mum! I'm telling the truth! Honest! Look, hang on a second." Jenny turned to Melanie who looked up from the notepad. "I'm sorry Melanie, would you speak to her?" Melanie took the phone with a smile. "Hi, Jenny's Mum? It is really me I'm afraid." She paused for long moment. "It's entirely our fault, really, Jenny was good enough to drive my husband home from the club and I thought that it was the least that we could do to make it up to her. She insisted on ringing you to let you know where she was." Again Melanie paused. "No, she didn't tell me, she told me she'd read my books but not that you were a fan too." Melanie smiled slyly at Jenny, her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Well, just a moment," Melanie turned to Jenny, "Jenny, have a look in that drinks cabinet will you? There should be a trilogy set." Jenny crossed to the cabinet and opened the door. She found herself looking first at a pile of promotional photographs that showed Melanie laying back on a huge four posted bed wearing an almost see through white night dress. Jenny found herself swallowing a gulp before she found the boxed set of Melanie's first three books. Picking them up she carried them over to the coffee table. "And you first name is?" Melanie said, picking up her pen before signing, "To Christine, it really was me on the phone! Melanie Haughton-Burrow's." She handed the phone back to Jenny with a smile before going to the cabinet herself. She heard Jenny chatting excitedly to her Mum. Melanie poured two glasses of brandy, smiled to herself and picked out one of the pictures before closing the cabinet door. She carried the glasses back to the sofa and picked up her pen. She wrote something that Jenny couldn't quite see on the photo before handing it over. Jenny sucked in a gulp of air. "Wait 'til you see what Melanie has just given me Mum! A photo, yes, she's signed it, 'to Jenny a real friend, love from Melanie and Lee!" Melanie wondered how old Jenny actually was, not much younger than either herself or Lee, mid twenties or so she guessed but with a touch of girlish innocence that Melanie found captivating. Once Jenny had hung up Melanie began chatting about the new book and the problems she was having with it. "You see, Lisa is Marcia's companion, they're very close. Closer than any of my female characters have been before actually. Lee thinks that my readers, especially readers like you and your Mum, will think I've gone too far with Lisa and Marcia's relationship." "You mean they're, lovers." Jenny asked all interest. "Exactly, I mean, it's not as if there haven't been pretty graphic love scenes in the other books but Lee thinks this will cause trouble." "I don't see why Melanie," Jenny was still struggling to get to terms with calling her by her first name, "I bet he wouldn't be bothered if Marcia was sharing her bed with a male character." Melanie was a little taken aback but managed not to show it. Perhaps she had misjudged Jenny and she was actually far worldlier than she at first appeared. "Right! I knew I wasn't going too far! Thanks, now, what do you think of this?" She showed Jenny the notepad on which she had written a list of words. "This is how I see Lisa, sensitive, shy, sensuous, beautiful, bright and trusting." "Sounds like a nice girl!" Jenny giggled and sipped her brandy. "That's what I thought, here," she handed the pad and pen to Jenny, "write down another five words that you think would best describe you." "Me? "You, you can fill in Lisa's character for me, how about that? You mustn't tell until the books out, but we'll put you into Lisa's character." "Me! In one of your books!" Her arms were suddenly round Melanie's neck, her breasts squashing against Melanie's. Melanie's hands reached to Jenny's waist and held her close for a moment longer than a simple hug should have lasted. Jenny eased back a little her hands settling lightly on Melanie's shoulders. Melanie looked into Jenny's eyes and felt her nipples hardening against Jenny's. She had a sudden insight and realised that Jenny was feeling exactly the same thing. Melanie gave a soft smile and kissed Jenny on the cheek. "Careful Jenny, we're building Lisa's character around you, not hers in you!" Jenny picked up the pen and note pad and placed it on her lap between them. Melanie watched as she wrote: Loyal, loving, sweet, seductive, intelligent, responsive and submissive. "That's me." Jenny said it so simply that Melanie wanted to draw her close and hold her. Had Lee not rolled over from his sprawled position on one of the armchairs she probably would have done. He sat up and beamed a bashful smile at the two on the sofa. "Some host I am!" "Oh, we managed darling, though if you're getting up Jenny and I could do with another drink!" Melanie giggled and held a finger to Jenny's lips to stop her protesting. "You're our guest and Lee insists, if you're hungry just pack him off to the kitchen and get him to rustle up something to eat. It's about time he did some proper work!" "No I'm fine, really, thanks." Jenny seemed suddenly a little lost. Sensing this Melanie turned to Lee while he was pouring the drinks. "You know you thought I was going too far with Marcia and Lisa?" "I know, I know, you know best, it's your book after all!" Lee mockingly protested. "Well, you're out voted, Jenny and I agree so we'll hear no more objections." "Fair enough, if I'd known you were one of Melanie's readers I'd have brought Mel up to the club to meet you. You should have told me, I wouldn't have bitten your head off you know." Lee said, putting the refilled glasses on the coffee table and sitting back in the armchair. "I know that now, you always seemed a little distant." Jenny replied tucking her legs up under her on the sofa. "Not a little distant, more of a little too drunk if you ask me!" Melanie laughed. "I really am outnumbered here aren't I? I wished I stayed asleep!" "At least we were doing something constructive when you were snoring..." "I don't snore!" Melanie ignored him and continued, "Can you remember when I said I was going to put your twin sisters characteristics into the new book?" "She hasn't gone mad Jenny, we were talking about what my twin sister would be like if I had one, anyway, I think I had Lisa down as being beautiful, sensuous, sensitive, loyal, seductively sweet and responsive." Jenny had been looking down at the list as Lee had described how he saw Lisa as being. She was surprised to see that his list wasn't far from matching the one she had added to Melanie's. "And?" Melanie prompted. "She's..." Lee closed his eyes and concentrated, "intelligent, bright, loving, trusting and a little shy. And the other one." "I think you got them all, remind me, what was the other one again?" Melanie smiled over her brandy glass. "Come on, the same one as you are sometimes. "Melanie!" "Oh come on Lee! It's Lisa we're talking about, Jenny's got it on the list anyway." Melanie pointed at the notepad. "Oh alright, she's submissive as well." He muttered. "Must run in the family then, your twin sister and you both being submissive I mean!" Jenny giggled, Melanie smiled broadly with an eyebrow raised at Lee. Lee just went bright red. "On that note I think I'll leave you two girls to it. I've an early start in the morning." "I'd forgotten you're going to London aren't you. Right, I'll drop Jenny off tomorrow morning. What time do you have to be home?" "It doesn't matter really, now that Mum knows where I am. I don't start work until lunchtime so there's no rush." Jenny said, smiling and watching Lee give Melanie a long kiss. Lee lay in the big bed for a while unable to sleep despite the need. His mind rang with images of seeing Melanie in bed with Jenny or his imaginary twin sister Lisa. He eventually fell asleep with this in his mind and the dreams took over where his consciousness had left off. Down in the lounge Jenny asked what the old book was. "It's a diary written by the third Duke of Morristown." Melanie said then listened in surprise when Jenny gave a detailed account of his life. "Well you certainly know your stuff, have you read this before?" Melanie asked, indicating the book. "No, Mum used to be a proof reader, that's where I got my interest in books from. She used to get piles of rough drafts and manuscripts and they were all over the house. I read anything and everything, one of them was a history of the Morristown Dukes, and most of it concentrated on the third. Clement wasn't it?" "That's right, you don't remember if the manuscript had a title or who wrote it do you?" "Sorry, there were so many, I can remember some of the contents but titles are mostly a blur." "Nevermind, I'd hoped I might be able to crack the key, what it was that made Clement think the mirrors would give him supernatural powers. Or occult ones. You know he saw himself as a bit of a wizard or a warlock?" "It was something to do with the frame of the mirrors. Not a code or anything. Can I have a look?" Jenny picked up the book and flicked through the pages for a while. Melanie watched entranced as Jenny ran a finger under a couple of lines on one particular page, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip. "Let those that work the glasses 'ware the challenge for here is the greatest secret of all. As one wished charm is read and made so shall it remain within the power of the glasses for all time." Jenny read aloud. "Can you make anything out from that? I can't seem to get inside his head. Come to that, can you get inside my head from reading my books?" Melanie asked. Jenny giggled for a moment before replying. "Sort of but not quite, I mean, having seen how you and Lee bounce off each other, where everything is light-hearted and you're comfortable around each other. It's like some of the darker scenes in the books are a reaction against that. There's a fair bit of you in a lot of the characters but Lee doesn't seem to figure too much. Maybe you put the darker bits of yourself into the books because you don't want to deal with them in the real world." Melanie sat stunned for a long minute before laughing loudly. "Jenny! Please, don't become a book reviewer, you haven't got the touch. You see, a reviewer will invent the reasons they want to read into characters and story lines. Not the truthful bits and pieces. You're wrong about the dark bits and Lee though. I don't deal with them, you're quite right there, but I ignore them instead, Lee deals with them for me. There is actually quite a bit of Lee in the last book and in this one but it's quite nicely hidden. Now after that bit of psychology, can you do the same with our friend the Duke?" "Isn't he warning the person who tries to use the mirrors of that finding the secret is the challenge? Not the actual using of them?" Jenny suggested. "So once you have the secret they way you go about using them becomes obvious." Melanie considered this for a moment and scribbled some notes on the pad. "Okay then, how about the second bit being, that once a wish or charm is made then it remains within the glass. So the key lies within the glass for all time and to undo it..." "You have to make a wish!" Jenny finished the sentence, and then added, "Isn't that a bit too simple?" "Probably, anything else?" "The bit about the wish and the charm, does that suggest that if your wish or whatever gets granted or happens. Is it saying that the mirror keeps it that way itself..." "Or only if the user is with the mirror, no, hang on, it's here somewhere." Melanie was surprised at how closely they were thinking, almost as if they were linked. Maybe it was because they were both trying to work out the same problem. "Here, it's rough but it comes from that note there." Melanie pointed to the book then her notes. "Seems about right to me, that if the wish is within the mirror it will remain for the same length of time away from the mirror. So if you wished for a ten pound note and it was in the mirror for ten minutes you'd have ten minutes to get to the shops with it before it disappeared!" The giggle coming from Jenny's lips suggested a much deeper level of happiness, Melinda wondered if it was the drink or something else. "Right, so if, for instance, you were lying in bed asleep for three months, if you were taken away from the mirror you'd still sleep for three months." "Presuming you wished you could sleep for three months, otherwise, every time you were in front of the mirror you'd end up doing whatever you had been doing as soon as you were away from the mirror." Jenny said, then drained the brandy glass and giggled again. "What's so funny?" "Well, think about it. You could wish that you were making love to a movie star, and then they'd be with you for however long they were reflected in the mirror, after you'd let them away from it! You could keep them with you forever if you had mirrors all over the house like the Duke did!" Jenny giggled again and slumped back on the sofa yawning widely. Melanie had come to much the same conclusion herself, and she was wondering if she should put the old book on the shelf and forget about it. Except that the puzzle of the whole thing still intrigued her. What would happen if the thing actually worked? Especially as she was having the huge mirror mounted above their bed. There wasn't much more she could wish for that didn't already go on in it, on it and across it. "I think we'd better get you up to bed, your Mum will be hugely annoyed if you arrive home hung-over and exhausted." Jenny was half asleep already and barely heard her. Melanie had to guide her up to one of the spare rooms and lowered her onto the bed. She continued helping Jenny to undress but decided against it and bent to kiss her cheek goodnight. Jenny turned her head at the last moment and their lips met. The brief touch stretched to eternity until Jenny's lips parted slightly and moved only the barest amount. It was enough to make Melinda respond in the same way and the kiss evolved from being a goodnight kiss to a sensual exploration. A footfall in the passage outside the bedroom door signalled the end of the kiss. Melanie placed a finger against Jenny's lips, which parted and drew the finger into her mouth, sucking on it until Melanie could feel the sensation in the depths of her growing arousal. She eased away so reluctantly until she reached her own room where Lee had returned from the bathroom. They met in the middle of the room and Lee was surprised to find himself being backed up to the bed while Melanie quickly undressed. The back of his legs reached the bed and he had to sit down, a smile growing on his face when he easily lifted Melanie up to straddle his face. Both were oblivious of the naked figure in the doorway, watching and sharing their passion as her own fingers danced across and within her body. Come the morning, Lee left the girls sitting having breakfast at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Truth to tell he was a little glad to escape, seeing the two of them together was doing things to his imagination that was not good news at that time of the morning. Melanie had been so hungry for him during the night, it had come as a very pleasant surprise and he certainly wasn't complaining but he did find himself wondering what the pair of them might have been talking about or up to that had sparked Melanie into action. He'd also been surprised that when he'd kissed her goodbye that morning he'd found himself turning to kiss Jenny on the cheek. When she'd turned and her lips had met his it had been like an electric shock. He'd glanced at Melanie but she just had an amused smile on her face. He put these thoughts behind him and slipped into the Lotus, deciding to take it instead of the sleek BMW as the bigger car ate up fuel in the city. Once he was on the motorway he opened the Lotus up and it ate up the miles until he approached the first sign that warned of speed cameras. Easing down from over a hundred to seventy just in time for the car in front of him to be flashed as the driver hit the brakes too late. Lee smiled to himself and counted down the rest of the miles to the junction he needed then pulled off the motorway to pick up the trunk road to Orpington where he parked the car at a friends office and caught a train into London itself. Once on the train he planned his day, first and foremost an unannounced visit to his fraudulent accountant. Then a trip to the west end to pick up the gypsy outfit Melanie had ordered. Leaving him most of the afternoon to check out the furniture suppliers. He was quite looking forward to that bit, thinking of the surprised look on Melanie's face when he told her what he had been thinking about. Back at the house there was a surprised look on Melanie's face already. She'd been getting dressed in her bedroom when Jenny had walked straight in, the first Melanie had known about her being present was when fingers other than her own drew up the long rear zip of the jersey dress she was half dressed in. She'd thought about it later and decided that turning round on the spot hadn't been the best idea at the time as it had put the two of them nipple to nipple and soon after lip to lip. Melanie found her hands slipping round Jenny's neck and then down over her shoulders to wrap round her waist. Jenny slipped her hands down onto Melanie's hips and hitched up the hem of the dress until she could fondle her buttocks through the sheet white panties. The kiss continued, unhurried, sensuous and soothing. Melanie's mind lit up with images of herself and Jenny on the bed that was only a foot or two away. She tried to push them away but they merely reassert