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Chapter 3 - House Warming "I hear you have big plans!" I said to Anne when I got back from Cindy's. "Big plans? Whatever do you mean, Victoria!" said Anne. "For the House Warming, that's what Cindy said anyway!" I replied. "She just exaggerates all the time," said Anne. "When I gave her an invitation, I told her that I had made all the plans and that's all!" "And she told me, that she had got to make sure that you looked your best for Friday! As for the other guests, I've got Alex to ask people from the filming company, I've been in touch with the residents of the other flats in the block and of course some people from Cindy's have been invited too. Oh, and there's a few others. I've asked them to RSVP, but you don't actually know how many will turn up on the night, we will just have to wait and see." "All the food and drinks have been organised, and there's a guy coming for the evening with a disco. He's going to set up in the big storeroom in the basement, then we can open the doors into the garden, if the weather's good! The florist will be bringing some flower arrangements during the day on Friday, and the supplier will be delivering the balloons, party favours and party bags on Friday too. There will be a buffet on the roof-garden, if its good weather too, otherwise we can use the dining room. I've got some waitresses to help with serving the food, bar staff to prepare the drinks and some of Cindy's juniors are coming to meet and greet people at the door and guide them around. I've told everybody that the pool will be open so they can swim if they want to, and we have got a series of short films to show in the cinema. So, its all in hand, unless you can think of anything else?" I said nothing, as after that list, there was really nothing left to say. You had to hand it to Anne, when she organised something, it got organised good! - - - - o - - o - - o - - o - - o - - - - The week of the party passed by just like a normal week, with daily visits to Cindy's and the usual menus served by Ann to maintain my diet, that is until I arrived at Cindy's on Thursday morning. Cindy was waiting for me in Reception as usual, not in her normal uniform, but in a very expensive looking business suit, with a sharp jacket, silk blouse and short, tight fitted skirt. "Don't come in," she said, "we are both on our way out" and we left! "We walked through the pedestrianised shopping streets and some leafy squares in the neighbourhood without a word being spoken, until we arrived in the most upmarket part of the city. We turned a corner and went into a building through a pair of large glass doors. We were in a reception area, rather like the one in Cindy's, only much more luxurious. "Is Carl here, yet?" Cindy asked the receptionist, who to my eyes looked like a catwalk model, with perfect hair and make up, "No, Ma'am, but he called. He will be here by 9.30 at the latest!" "If you would like to follow me, Toni is waiting for you!" "Toni, Toni, who is Toni?" I racked my brains, but could not remember anyone called Toni. We went through the doors beyond the reception desk into a waiting room, where three ladies were seated reading magazines, and on through into..... a hair salon!" A tall young lady was waiting for us and greeted Cindy warmly. "Toni, this is Victoria," Cindy said, introducing me. We shook hands as she studied my face intently. "I see what you mean," said Toni to Cindy, "Yes, you are quite right about the cheekbones." "OK, Victoria, sit here," she said indicating a chair in private cubicle in front of a mirror. She pulled a brush through the back of the wig I was wearing. "Mmmm, yes, its quite good, just needs a little work, I'll get one of my stylists to give it a bit of a "brush up"." She smiled at me. "Are you OK for me to remove your wig, Victoria?" she asked. "No-one will see you except for us." "OK," I said. She took it off my head, and passed it to an assistant. "Now, lets look what we have under here," she said unpinning my wig cap and letting my natural hair fall out. "Its got too long, really," I said, "but Cindy wouldn't let me have it cut, its a mess, I like to keep it shorter, but I was going to have it cut before all the filming work I did, but there was no time then, and there hasn't been time really since." "What do you think then," said Cindy, cutting across the conversation. Toni gathered my hair in her hands, flicked it up and tousled it, in a way that only hairstylists seem to be able do. "Well," she said slowly, as though considering the options, "well, yes, of course we can do something with it, we will have to change the natural colour of course, its pretty dull. It is just about long enough now to do it, but it won't be the finished article of course, probably another three or four months of growth is needed and then another six months to get it really completely right, but we can make it much better than it is now. With that hairline, it will look quite natural." I just wished I knew what they were talking about. "I will do the colouring, get Charles to do the cut, its his speciality, and then I will come back to do the final tidy up, is that OK Victoria?" "Yes," I said. It seemed like I was going to have a haircut whether or not I wanted one. "Victoria," said Cindy, "Toni and her team are going to style your own hair for you and if it looks good enough, it will mean we can dispense with some of the wigs you have been wearing. We will have to see how they get on. I was hoping to do this in a few weeks time, but Toni seems to think your hair is long enough now." "Carl will be here soon and he will do lots of photos, so just sit tight, relax, go with the flow, and everything will turn out just fine. I will be back to collect you later, when Toni has finished." So that was what happened and eventually, Cindy returned in the late afternoon to collect me. "How did you get on with her, then?" Cindy asked. I was just about to answer, when Toni said, "She's been very good and we have done everything we wanted. As you asked, we haven't let her see it yet, so do you want the wig back on?" "Yes," said Cindy, "we want to wait so she can see the full effect tomorrow." My cap and wig were replace, although the hair of the wig felt so much more comfortable and looked more glamorous than before, which was, I supposed, as a result of their work on it during the day. "Now," said Cindy "do not look at your new hair style tonight, wait till we have seen you tomorrow, first!" "But I can't come tomorrow," I said, "it's the party and I won't have the time. Everything has to be got ready." "Anne has already brought your party outfit for tomorrow to the salon, so you just come along as normal and leave everything to us. We are going to give you a makeover in the beauty salon downstairs and then you can come upstairs and we can dress for the party. Then we can both walk over to your house together." So, on Friday, I went to Cindy's as normal, having obeyed her instructions not to look in the mirror, so, I was not wearing any make up either. The morning was spent, buffing and polishing. I had a new set of longer nails applied, and a little too long for comfort, in my opinion. They were given a French Manicure, but instead of the normal natural colour with white tips, they were painted in an acid yellow colour, with navy blue tips! "Is this the latest fashion, then?" I asked the nail technician. "No!" she said, rather uninformatively, and just smiled at me. One of Cindy's stylists then re-did my natural hair and tied it back so the make up artist could finally apply some colour to my face. She got just so far, then said we should stop for lunch and let it all dry. We continued in the afternoon, until about 4 pm, when everyone announced that I was finished.. As well as the strange colour on my nails, my toes were now painted in the same acid yellow colour, but they now both had been given a very glossy top coat. "We are closing early so the girls can go and get ready for the party," said Cindy, "you come with me and I will help you to get dressed!" We went upstairs, with me still in my salon gown and slippers. "Lets have some tea, first," said Cindy, "we have lots of time." We chatted and drank our tea, then Cindy said that she would go and change, so that when I was ready, we could go. So I sat and read some magazines for fifteen minutes until Cindy came back. Gone now was the formal uniform. It had been replaced by a shiny black knee length silk sheath dress with a narrow red belt at the waist and matching red patent stiletto court shoes. I discovered that Cindy had a sexy curvy, almost hour-glass shaped body, which you could never guess was hiding underneath her usual beauty salon uniform. A red leather biker style jacket completed the outfit. She was wearing red lipstick and a pair of ruby stud earrings "Whaddya think?" she asked. "Seems a shame not to dress up a bit when you get the chance!" "Amazing," I said, "those uniforms don't let anyone see what shape you really are do they." "Amazing good, or amazing bad?" asked Cindy. "Amazing good!" I said, laughing. "Great, then lets get you ready!" She produced a small suitcase from under her desk. "Better start with the lingerie," she said smiling, "do you know what is in here?" "No," I said, "Anne chooses all my daily outfits, depending on what's in my diary, which is mostly coming here, actually. At the weekends, I usually wear leggings and a top, just to relax in, so its easy then to change to go into the gym or for a swim in the pool!" "Well, I think you will look stunning in this outfit," said Cindy, "I only wish I had a figure slim enough to wear it. She really has done us proud this time. What a waste it was when she left the fashion scene, she could have been a top stylist by now, but, you know, I don't think she has ever lost her touch. For people like Anne, it just seems to be instinctive." She she held out a pair of pale yellow thong knickers and matching balconette bra. "You are wearing your full adhesive forms today, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "but they will show over the top of that bra." "Don't worry, it won't matter!" As soon as I touched the underwear I found it was made of very shiny pale yellow latex! "She's been in the "His" wardrobe!" I gasped. Cindy gave me a quizzical look. "The "His" wardrobe! It's where she puts all my latex clothes," I explained. "All," exclaimed Cindy, "how many have you got?" "Well, a whole wardrobe full, I suppose," I said. Cindy just smiled and said "Mmmmmmm!" "Go into the cubicle and get into the lingerie," said Cindy The thong was much easier to get into than I had imagined, because it had two shiny silver clips at either side of the hip bones which just did up to pull it tight, which had the added benefit of keeping my "tuck" well under control. As I thought, the breast forms I was wearing were only half covered by the bra, and left the nipples just protruding over the top of the cups, but at least it supported them well. I replaced the salon gown and went back to Cindy. The next item she gave me was a pair of pale yellow latex jeans, but more like a loose fitting legging than jeans, no pockets, just a high waistband and a side zipper. I took off the gown and slowly slid my legs inside, taking great care not to let my nails tear the fabric. Cindy helped to pull them up and I had to breath in quite a lot so that she could do up the side zipper. They were tight, but not skin tight, and, I noticed, they were slightly transparent, but also had a discrete swirly pattern cast into the latex with cream and darker fine yellow swirls visible in some parts. Cindy produced some shiner spray and a duster and polished them until they were a high gloss. Next out of the case was an oversized shirt, pale yellow with a few fine dark blue and cream swirls which somehow matched the pattern in the leggings. Again, the fabric, some sort of thin silk, was translucent so that from time to time, you could glimpse the outline of the latex leggings and bra top. The neckline was split to just below the bust and the sleeves, which were totally transparent, were gathered at the wrist, but with a flare of fabric forming a cuff over the back of the hand. The over-shirt was long enough to cover down to the top of my thighs, hiding any unsightly bulges. "Now for the shoes," said Cindy! She passed me a pair of strappy sandal style stilettos. They were made of leather, with straps of lemon yellow on a small navy blue platform. The heel was also of navy blue leather, but covered with dozens of small pale yellow Swarovski crystals which encrusted the back of the heel. I sat down so that Cindy could do up the two gold buckles on the double ankle strap. A rectangular navy blue clutch bag with lemon yellow trim completed the outfit. I did a twirl as instructed by Cindy, then sat whilst Cindy gave my hair a few final tweaks. Then we went to look in the full length mirror. Not for the first time I was amazed. My hair had been cut into a bobbed style, which just covered my ears and had points at the front which came just below my jawline. The back was higher, above my neckline, and I had a choppy fringe! The whole head had not only been coloured to match the wigs I had been wearing, but also had highlights and lowlights added for a fuller effect. My make-up was stunning too. My eyes lids were done in a creamy gold colour which blended to inky blue at the outer corners. My eyes were outlined in dark blue liner with navy mascara, with a touch of gold liner on the bottom lid near my nose. The final touch was a scattering of gold sparkly powder over the lids, which shimmered whenever I blinked. My lips had been outlined with a deep pink pencil and I was wearing a pinky nude lip gloss, which although not adding much colour to my lips, had a subtle gold shimmer to it and was ultra shiny, matching the shine of the leggings. It looked like I was wearing almost no foundation at all, just a little pinky blusher, but I knew I was, because we had wait for it to dry earlier. Cindy passed me a tube of gold shimmer lip gloss and a small bottle of perfume, which I applied to my wrists and neck and put them both in my bag. "The finishing touches now," said Cindy, passing me a crystal pendent on gold chain with a large yellow heart-shaped stone on it and a matching ring with a yellow stone too. When I put the pendent on, the stone came to rest just above the middle of my bra, which you could just see through the split in the front of the silk shirt. Three navy and yellow bracelets followed, which I put on my right wrist. They jingled as I put them on. Then a watch on a narrow gold metal strap, like a flat chain, with a lemon face and dark blue hands for my left wrist. The last item was a pair of earrings. "I can't wear those," I said, "Amy told me wasn't to take these out for six weeks!" "These are the same size posts as the ones you are wearing, and it is a special occasion too," said Cindy, "I won't tell if you don't!" They were medium sized gold hoops, quite narrow, but with a ring of the same pale yellow Swarovski crystals set into them around the outside edge, that were on the shoe heels! Cindy removed the diamond studs and replaced them with the hoops. They were large enough so that about half the hoop could be seen below my new hair style. They were quite heavy and I just loved the way they tugged at my lobes and the feeling as the edge, set with the stones, sometimes rubbed across my cheek. "Lets go, then," said Cindy, "we can leave all this stuff here. The girls will tidy it up for us in the morning. After all, we don't want you to be late for your own party do we!" Cindy locked the shop and we strolled through the streets together. "Hold your head up, don't slouch!" she scolded, sounding just like Mary Poppins talking to the children. We stopped. "I know you must be a little scared," she said, turning towards me "but you have to walk and hold yourself properly. Its the biggest give-away if you walk like a man! Come on, come in here with me and we'll chat about it." We slipped inside a smart city centre bar, which had just opened, ready for the Friday evening rush to start the weekend. Cindy's phone went as we sat down at a table by the window and the waiter came over. "Good evening, ladies, what may I get for you?" he said We ordered two glass of white wine. "You see," whispered Cindy, "he never even noticed! That was a message from Anne saying everything would be ready in 30 minutes, so we have lots of time to spare." The waiter brought the drinks and was accompanied by an older man in a business suit. "Cindy, how nice to see you again, why don't you come here more often, its always our pleasure." said the guy with a slight accent in his voice which sounded to me like Italian. "Thank you Carlo," said Cindy, "its just that I am so busy at the moment, Naomi and I have so many new... er... projects on the go" she replied, giving me a wink. "Ah, yes," said Carlo wistfully, "you have such beautiful ladies!" "Well, they are when I'm finished with them," smiled Cindy, "and this is Victoria." "I held out my hand." I could feel myself blushing under the make up as he took it. "Bella!" said Carlo, grasping my hand and bowing slightly. "I will leave you ladies to your conversations and wish that you will come again soon and see Carlo! The drinks are on the House!" He smiled and left us. Cindy said, "you are fine, just relax!" "I have noticed that when you walk in heels, you are normally fine, but as soon as you feel under stress, you lower your head and start to walk like a man. What you must do, is hold your head up, push your chest forward a little and let the shoes do their work." ".... the shoes do their work?" I repeated, questioningly. "Yes, have you not noticed that when women walk in shoes with high heels, they look different to when they are in flats?" "No!" I said. "Well," said Cindy, "if you thrust your chest forward a little, just a little mind you and push your shoulders back, it makes your bottom move a little backwards too and that allows your spine to curve a little more, and then, when you wear high heels, your centre of gravity moves a little too and that increases the effect, so that you have to walk with a bit more of a wiggle to compensate. That's why men find women in high heels so sexy. If you push your head forward and slouch, because you are self-concious for example, the chest goes back, the bottom and shoulders come forward and you destroy the whole effect!" "When we stand up to leave, just practice your posture. Push your bottom back a little and feel the muscles working. You will not be used to the feeling, because men do not use these muscles in the same way that women do. When you can just notice them working, that is the right amount. Then if you push your chest forwards a little and hold your head up, everything else will follow naturally. You have had a small glass of wine, so that should help to relax you a little too. Just try it!" We stood up, I held up my head, pulled my shoulders back and stuck my chest out. "Actually," said Cindy, "you are already doing it. Its just when you get nervous and slouch it all goes wrong. Just hold your head up, shoulders back and everything will be fine!" We strolled off again, with me feeling much better about myself after Cindy's pep talk. I was concious of holding my head up and pushing my shoulders back as instructed. "Beautifully done," said Cindy, "those guys over there are certainly checking you out - don't look round!" I blushed again. "It must be you they were checking out," I said, "not me!" "Not in those pants," she said, "they were looking at your bottom, or tying to, it has a real feminine wiggle, now that you are walking properly. You are doing just great!" We turned the corner and approached the front of the building. The two "lollipop" trees in their containers which usually sat either side of the doors were gone and replaced by dozens of shiny metallic balloons on strings of different lengths, bobbing gently in the breeze. There was a small but tall round glass-topped chrome bar table and matching stool outside too. Sitting on the stool was a girl in a tight black latex dress, her blond hair tied into a high pony tail with a matching black latex ribbon. She stood up as we approached. It was Amy! "Wow, Amy, you look really cool!" I said. "Are you here for the party, I almost didn't recognise you, you look so different from the salon. Where did you get that sexy outfit?" "Anne gave it to me," she said, "we are here to do the meeting and greeting!" "Oh yes, I remember now," I replied, "how can you manage to walk in a skirt so tight?" "Well, its latex, so it gives a little, but I can't take big steps in these boots anyway, so it doesn't really matter that its so tight." she said, indicating the black patent stiletto ankle boots she was wearing. Cindy asked her to give us a twirl, and we found that the dress was a halter neck, fastened at the back with a large circular chrome buckle. There was another at the centre back just above her hips, which left her back completely bare, except for the two long black latex ribbons hanging down from her hair, which fell to her waist. The skirt of the dress was so tight that you could clearly see the outline of each of the cheeks of her bottom. As she turned back around, I noticed that there were matching straps and buckles which held up the bra section of the top of the dress, which had under-wired balcony cups, leaving the tops of her breasts and the whole of her chest completely exposed up to her neck, which was covered in what looked like a latex choker, but it was part of the dress, with a chrome buckle at the centre of the neck, under her chin. "Mmmmm, that's some dress," whispered Cindy. "Yes, said Amy, "my boyfriend is just going to love me in this" and she gave a wicked grin! "Just let me check you off my list, Cindy" she said, picking up a clipboard with her latex gloved hand. "You are not on the list," Mrs da Silva," she said, " but I think it will be OK for you to go in too! The lift is just around to your right, if you would go up to the seventh floor, there will be someone there to greet you!" We went inside. The entrance hall was marked off with a set of posts and cords which formed a corridor that led to the lift, each post was decorated with twining arrangements of scented flowers. The smell was amazing. We got out at the floor seven, to be met again by Amy, in her tight latex dress. "How did you get here?" I asked. "I came up in the lift," said Amy. "But we just left you downstairs, and came straight up here," I said, "you couldn't have!" Amy smiled. "That was Amy you met downstairs," she said, "I'm Jamie, we are identical twins! You are the first guests to arrive, may I offer you a drink ladies?" She indicated that we should walk through into the dining room, which we did. Inside we found two waitresses with trays of champagne. "Hi girls," said Cindy, "how are you enjoying it at Victoria's?" "Its really amazing," said the first waitress, "yeah," said the second, "its got a pool and a jacuzzi, Anne showed us all round after we had got changed!" "And what do you think of the waitresses outfits?" asked Cindy, "not too revealing?" "No," said the first waitress, "I always wanted to wear latex, but its got, you know, a bit of a reputation, but these dresses are so, well, cute." Cute they certainly were. Each dress had short puffed sleeves and a matching bodice, tight at the waist, then the short skirt flaring out just to mid thigh and was stiffened with white latex petticoats which protruded a little from underneath the skirt. A white latex apron was tied around their waists, and they wore identically styled bobbed wigs, one in strawberry blond and the other brunette. On their feet they each had a pair of latex over-the-knee boots, which matched their dresses. The blond girl was wearing a pale pink dress, whilst the brunette was dressed in royal purple. "How many waitresses are there?" I asked. "Six," said waitress number two. "They are all my junior stylists," said Cindy, "this is Emma and that is Rose, don't you remember them?" "Not really," I said, "they all look so different out of their uniforms and with such striking make up." "Well that's true, I suppose, but I can't wait to see how Sydnee has turned out, where is she girls?" "Up in the roof garden," they said together, "with Anne and the others." As we climbed the stairs, Cindy explained "Sydnee is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, who doesn't really know how beautiful she is. I have seen lots of good looking girls who do know how good they look, but not Sydnee. She hides herself and her body away, but she won't be able to do in an outfit like this. I think that her dark skin comes from her grandmother who was a Somali, but she has a real mix of nationalities in her family, and they have all given there best bits to Sydnee!" We stepped out from the roof conservatory into the garden. There were four more waitresses, dressed in the same style as Emma and Rose, but again in different colours. A platinum blond in a red uniform, a red head in a pale green uniform, a girl with silver hair in an electric blue uniform, and Sydnee, in jet black hair and a silvery white uniform. Cindy was right, she was indeed stunningly beautiful with high cheekbones and a flashing white smile. The uniform showed off her curves and her toned legs to perfection. Just then, from around the corner by the jacuzzi, came another woman and she looked like she meant business. She was wearing a black long sleeved bodycon knee length latex dress which shone in the spotlights. It has a high collar which could be seen because she had her hair swept into a tight updo. She wore black stiletto latex knee boots with gold metallic heels, a black latex corset pulled in her waist tightly. She carried a short riding crop with a gold handle which she was smacking gently into the palm of her latex gloved hand. As she approached, I was flabbergasted to discover that it was Anne! "You look amazing," said Cindy, "I thought you had let yourself go a bit the last time we met, but I take it all back, you look fab!" "Cheeky!" said Anne and they both giggled like schoolgirls. "You don't think its a bit OTT, though?" she said. "I found it in your wardrobe, Victoria and after what you said about borrowing anything I liked, I thought that wearing a normal dress with all the girls in latex would have been a bit, well, boring, especially as I have to keep them all in order." She turned and glared at the group of waitresses as they too broke into howls of giggles. "I think you are going to have your hands full there," I said, "but no- one could ever call you boring, not in a dress like that. I thought I was over-doing it a bit when I put this outfit on, wherever did you find these pants?" "I had them made specially," said Anne proudly, "Cindy gave me all your measurements and I see that they fit just fine." Then, a phone rang and Anne produced it from inside corset top. "That was Amy, the first guests are arriving. Places girls! Lets go down and greet them!" It was Alex and a group of friends from the film shoot. Clara and Cindy greeted each other like long lost friends do, and started to talk shop with Emily. Ron was there too with Mrs Jackson, who admired my new look. "I just knew how you would develop from the first moment I saw you," she said, "and I wasn't wrong was I Ron?" "No," said Ron quickly, "I'd fancy you myself, only...." Was I detecting a blush on Ron's cheeks? "Only what?" I asked. "I like my ladies with a bit more.. er.. well.. er, meat on their bones," said Ron! "No offence." "None taken, Ron," I said, smiling, "I'll take it as a compliment." He smiled back. "Nice outfit tho', in'it Mrs J?" "Yes," she said, "beautiful. Is this your doing, Alex?" "Not guilty," said Alex, holding up her hands, "Anne the housekeeper is looking after you now, isn't she?" "Yes," I said, "she is." "Well, she's doing an excellent job, in my opinion," said Mrs Jackson. I could that the two Annes were going to get on well. Jamie was directing everybody to the dining room for drinks and was basking the attention some of the film crew were giving her, not believing that they not only could they find one "Hot Latex Chick", as I heard one techie describe her, on the planet, but now they had found two identical ones. There eyes popped even more when they saw Rose and Emma in their colourful short waitress dresses. "I wonder if this is what its like in Heaven," one of them said "free drinks and sexy girls!" More people arrived. A couple from one of the flats below. They were amazed at the flat's luxurious d?cor and fittings, the pool, jacuzzi, cinema and roof garden. "We thought ours was luxurious," they said, "but its nothing like this, and we just love the staff uniforms!" They were followed by Naomi and some of Cindy's top stylists, who all asked me how I liked the new look, which I said I loved. Then Toni arrived with Charles, who tutted and adjusted my hair a little with a comb he took from an inside pocket. "You will look really stunning in a few months time when we have grown you out a bit more," he said. "Thanks," I replied with heavy irony in my voice. Toni mouthed "sorry" and ushered him away. I could hear him saying "What? What?" as they went to the dining room for drinks! "He's just a perfectionist," said Cindy, "that's why Toni likes him so much, despite his faux pas." "Oh, I know just what he means," I said, "and he's right too, it will be better in a few months time." Some people Cindy's had invited arrived next. They were some of her important clients who she thought it would be good for me to meet. One, a lady named Stella, ran an exclusive boutique chain where Cindy often shopped. She was impressed by my outfit and the make up co-ordination. Then, a guy in a suit arrived with his rather glamorous wife, dressed in a full length evening gown, cut low at the top and slit down one side to mid thigh. They apparently owned a string of bars and night clubs, including three in the City. The wife was also a customer of Cindy's. More people from the flats arrived, also impresses by the scale and luxury of the penthouse. The twins were conducting people around, up to the roof garden and down to the pool area and cinema. I wandered around with Alex for a while, chatting and getting to know people, but most of the names escaped me. Food was served on the roof terrace. There was a barbecue set up with salads, and a large selection of sandwiches and savouries. The barman was making cocktails and the girls were passing around with glasses of champagne. From below, I could faintly hear the sound of the disco wafting up from the garden through the open doors. Looking over the parapet rails, I could see that the garden lighting was on and people were sitting on loungers and chatting. I went downstairs to the kitchen, to find the two Annes putting the world to rights. "Is everything OK?" said Anne as I came in. "I was going to ask you the same question," I said, "but it all looks fine to me!" "You have got a treasure here," said Mrs Jackson, "if only the people I work with were so thorough!" she said. "You'll have to take that one up with Ralph, then," I said. "Well, I will if we ever see him again," said Mrs J, "one moment he's here, then he's gone again, off on some Wild Goose Chase or other. We were supposed to close down at the Manor this week, but its been put back another two weeks!" and she sighed heavily. "I haven't had a holiday yet this year, and Ralph said that when this was all over, I could take a month off, before it all begins again, but so far......" the sentence trailed away. She went back to find the others. "What are you doing sitting in here?" I said to Anne, "I thought you'd be enjoying the party!" "Its these boots," she said, "I don't know how you girls do it, these aren't that high, but I just needed to sit down for a few minutes." "Oh, its just practice," I said, "and everything is going just fine with the party, the twins are in their element, just leave everything to them, now." "Oh!" she said suddenly, "this came for you earlier today, I had quite forgotten about it with all the goings on. Its addressed to you personally!" She passed me a small padded bag. "Hmmm!" I said, "I wonder what's in here, I'm not expecting anything." "Well, there's only one way to find out," said Anne, passing me a pair of scissors. I cut off the top, and tipped the contents onto the kitchen work surface, a letter and a bunch of keys. I read the letter. "Its from Gavin," I said, picking up the bunch, "these are the "lost" keys to the Basement!"