Interlude - Holly Valance

A brief break from "Pride Before a Fall" for a little clip of Holly Valance that I'm sure many will enjoy.  She looks like the perfect embodiment of an Allen Jones mistress or Bulle Ogier in the film "Maîtresse".

What's not to like?

With thanks to Leather Celebrities  - @LatexCelebriti1  on Twitter.

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 5 – Rebecca 19:10 Saturday evening

Part 5 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 5  – Rebecca   19:10 Saturday evening

“We both seem to have the same problem.   How long can it take?” Rebecca asked her neighbour.

“My boy is just the same.   But I guess Men’s’ toilets are more designed for standing up so there’s probably a bit of a capacity issue.”

Rebecca

“Yes, it’s definitely more of a problem for them.   Unless they’ve got one with a plug, most of them won’t have control and won’t want to get their trousers splashed.”  Rebecca smiled knowingly to the lady waiting next to her near the entrance to the hotel’s toilets.   They’d been chatting together for a while but both were getting impatient.

“A plug?   Well mine’s plugged but I don’t see how that helps.”

“Sorry, I was meaning one of those cock cages with a urethral plug.   At least they might be able to point.”

“Oh, no.   I’ve tried them in the past and they still tend to spray.  And I like to keep my boy curved. He knows that if he stiffens it’ll get painful.   A Holy Trainer seems to work best on him. I’ve now got him into the Small with the help of iced water before fitting.    I’ve made sure this one’s been confined for a couple of weeks so he should be good and eager this evening. She put forward her right ankle for Rebecca to see.   Six keys dangled from gold chain just above the ankle strap of her high heeled shoe. “It’s his first time.”

“Very nice,” said Rebecca.  “Mine’s secure too,” pointing down her right leg at a silver chain.

“Just the one?”   The lady looked quizzically at Rebecca.

“Yes, just one.”

“I bet that Angela shows off with how many she has.”

“Quite probably,” replied Rebecca, “although she’ll only be able to bring one tonight.   I’m sure it’ll be James.  She’s most proud of him.  How she broke him, I don’t know?   But he adores her like a puppy.  And where are your others.”

Lady Dixon

“Oh, a couple are already waiting backstage.  Mistress Plug already put in a pre-order for Leroy and Ashton though she’ll still have to bid.  I left two maids at home with my husband since it could be a long evening.   I’ve allowed another out with a girlfriend who’s thinking about joining.    The maids and Roger will be waiting in my bedroom for me since I never know how I’ll feel when I get home. 

“Isn’t that rather risky?”

“Oh no. Roger won’t trouble the maids.   I don’t let him get silly ideas while I’m away.   I took out his ring and put a padlock through his Prince Albert before I left.  Even so he’ll probably be limp and useless when I get home, since the maids will probably suck or wank him dry during the evening.   Just like I prefer.  That way he doesn’t interfere when I bring anyone home and he’ll still appreciates what he receives.”

“You’re too kind to him.” 

“Well, he is my husband.  What type of cage does yours wear?”   Just then a young girl clad in black latex pedal jodhpurs, a white latex blouse with a wide white, floppy latex bow tie ribbon, a black latex bolero jacket, and a wide steel collar emerged from the Ladies.   “Oh, I see,” said the lady.  “That explains it.   How nice.”

“About time too,” barked Rebecca.

“Sorry Mummy, but it takes a while to get this off and then get dry afterwards.  You wouldn’t believe where all the droplets run.”

“Thank you.  I think that counts as took much information.  I’m sure …. sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“It’s Dixon.  Lady Dixon.   But you can call me Aly.”

Freddie

“Thank you, Aly.  I’m Rebecca and this is Freddie.  As I was saying, I’m sure Lady Dixon doesn’t want to hear all the detail.”

“Yes, Mummy,” said the downcast girl.

“Hello, Freddie.  You’re a very pretty sub.”

“Thank you Lady Dixon,” said Freddie staring down at the ground.

“Well trained too.   It’s unusual for the Sisterhood to train daughters as Subs.”

“Oh, she’s not really my daughter.  She lives with me and she considers me her second mother.   It makes things easier if we’re booking rooms.”

Boy - Edward

“Quite.  At last ….”   A young man with a floppy fringe came out of the Men’s Room.   He was in his early twenties and wearing basic dinner jacket and bowtie.  “You took your time.”

“I had to wait for a cubicle,” he apologised sheepishly staring at Freddie. 

“Who said you could look there?   Avert your gaze, Boy.”   The young man stared down at his own polished black Oxfords although he kept flicking quick glances at Rebecca’s legs and shoes and Freddie’s knee length shiny black patent dagger heeled boots.  “Sorry Rebecca, this is Edward but I just call him Boy.”

“Hello, Edward,” said Rebecca.

“Hello,  Mistress Rebecca,” said Boy.  At this, Freddie stifled a laugh.

“And what pray are you giggling at young lady?” demanded Rebecca.   “Freddie, say hello to Edward.   You may look up.”  Freddie lifted her eyes. 

“You can look up too, Boy,” commanded Lady Dixon giving him a pat on his bottom although Rebecca couldn’t help noticing that her hand remained lingering across his bum cheeks. 

“Hello BOYYY!” sneered Freddie . With 2” platforms and 7” heels on her boots, petite  Freddie was able to look him directly in the eye.    She knew he would be cock caged and useless, and wouldn’t know how to respond with his Mistress in control.  “Do you like what you see?” spreading her arms wide and giving a twirl, “Is you’re little cock trying to get hard?” she teased.

“Enough Freddie!” ordered Rebecca.  “You have no right.   Not here. Not now.”  But she knew what Freddie meant.  Poor Boy was clearly captivated by what he saw.  He was blushing and gawking at Freddie in her shiny latex and knee length boots.  Rebecca could tell what a good job Lady Dixon was doing.    He might be young but he was already helplessly, if not hopelessly in her spell: totally lost at sea.    Rebecca could see that he was wearing eye-liner: the kohl around    Rebecca wondered how far Lady Dixon had got with his feminisation.  No doubt evenings like tonight were still token acknowledgements of his masculinity. But from what she’d been saying earlier, he was clearly already wearing a butt plug.  Maybe she’d got him harnessed, but if he wasn’t, she must’ve had him in training for a while if he was going to stay plugged all evening.  If it hadn’t already happened, Rebecca wondered how long it would be before he was trying his first pair of heels and maybe a little lipstick.   “Apologise to Edward, and to Lady Dixon,” instructed Rebecca.

his eyes gave him a wide-eyed feminine charm.

Freddie had been well enough trained to know where the priority lay, “ Sorry, Lady Dixon,”  she said politely.   “Sorry, Ed-waaard,”  she said in a surly voice giving a forced extension to Edward’s name.

“My, you’re a feisty little piece, aren’t you?  How long have you been training her?” Lady Dixon asked Rebecca.

“About 9 months but there’s still a lot of work to do.  Let’s just say Freddie likes to be a little independent, don’t you dear?”

“Yes, Mummy,” said Freddie all meekly, not wanting any punishment for how she’d behaved. 

“That’ll do but I think you need to go on the lead for a while given how you’ve just been.”  Rebecca took a thin leather strap from her handbag and attached it to a D-ring on Freddie’s collar.   As Rebecca closed the hasp on the lead, she glanced down the corridor from the toilets toward the Cloakroom where people were leaving coats before going into the event.   She couldn’t believe what she just thought she’d just seen.  “Come along Freddie,” she said hastily, “we need to let Lady Dixon and Edward go.  It was nice meeting you Lady Dixon.  I do hope you enjoy the evening.”

“I’m sure I will.   I just hope Boy can cope.  He’s only been with me six weeks but he’s shaping very well.  Aren’t you, dear?”   Another few pats on Boy’s bottom.  “Maybe if he’s a good Boy, he could have a dance with your Freddie a bit later.”

“Yes m’Lady,” agreed Edward meekly.   Freddie scowled.

“And while they do, maybe we could have a drink together?”

“I’d like that,” said Rebecca recognising that, despite her youth, Lady Dixon must  at least  a Level 6.  Rebecca was still only a Level 3 and she hoped that the right contacts and a little assistance she might help her progression.  

“Good,” said Lady Dixon.  “It may be his first night,” she said with a wink to Rebecca and some more pats on Edward’s pert bottom.  “You never know, Boy?” and one of her heavily lined eyebrows rose quizzically.

“Yes, m’Lady.”   Edward looked meekly down at the ground and his cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson.  Freddie smiled.

“Well, it’s all in a good cause,” smiled  Rebecca.  “Definitely a good cause.  See you later.”   With that she took Freddie’s hand and strode off down the corridor towards the Cloakroom and the Foyer beyond where people were gathering to go in, with only a brief pause while she put on an opera mask and a latex fox head with muzzle on Freddie.   Rebecca snapped the padlock closed on the strap holding the fox head.  “Don’t moan, dear.   You need to be quiet.   And I don’t want him recognising you.”   Tugging Freddie’s lead, she marched her charge towards the reception hall for the Gala.


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Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 4 – Andy 10:15 Sunday morning

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Part 4       – Andy     10:15 Sunday morning

Andy looked at the glistening surface of the kitchen floor.  The kitchen had traditional white tiles.  Andy often moaned to Jane that it felt cold if he was in bare feet.   Jane had always responded that he ought to wear shoes and that heels sounded sexy clicking on a tiled floor.  Andy couldn’t help but agree.  He loved seeing his Auntie preparing food in the kitchen.  She was always the embodiment of elegance and chose to wear heels in the most unlikely of settings.  Sometimes he was allowed to help and the two of them would click around together: Jane usually in a designer dress and Andy in his French maid’s outfit with white collar and headband, stockings and suspenders.   A latex maid, naturally.   Jane had originally had to insist, but Andy found he preferred ruched latex to flouncy taffeta.  It hugged his figure so much more.  He loved the moments when Jane would siddle-up behind him, hold him by his smooth, slender waist and press her body against his back while she kissed his neck and nuzzled his hair.   

Andy was always concerned that a visitor might call and see him in his maid’s dress.  The dress might   be explainable as some amateur dramatic costume or fancy dress, but heels, latex and full make-up were more difficult.Nevertheless, he loved those times together and if a visitor did come, he just had to be a girl.  Jane enjoyed explaining to a visitor that she preferred her maid in latex since it could be wiped clean and was so much more hygienic, while Andy busied himself with household chores knowing full well that the visitor’s eyes would be transfixed and it was mostly his own wispy white residues that needed regularly wiping clean from his black rubber panties.

The kitchen floor shouldn’t be glistening.  It looked like there was a pool of water on the floor. Andy couldn’t hear a tap running: there must be a leak, he thought.   Yellowish golden water.   As he inched closer, he spotted a plastic container on the floor.   They hadn’t left that there either: Jane always required tidiness.  It was an empty catering size bottle of maple syrup.  Even weirder.  Jane would never need a five litre pack of syrup.

Andy stopped, fearful of who or what he might find. Although there was silence, Andy was sure that there was someone or something behind the door. There was a slight buzzing.  A watch?  A timer?  Or just that fly?   He wondered about calling the police but he expected they’d think he was the intruder if they found him standing in another person’s dining room or, with him dressed in latex, involved in some weird game that had gone wrong.  

Andy hefted the riding crop in his hand.  It was now or never.   “C..c..come out.  Come out with your hands up,” he stuttered, trying to summon up as much authority as possible.   “I know you’re in there he,” he shouted.    Nothing.  Silence.  And then there was a light pattering sound.  The puddle on the floor started to grow.    Andy’s heart was in his mouth as he gingerly pushed open the door.

End of Part 4 - Please leave comments

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 3 Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

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Part 3       – Angela 17:30 Saturday evening

It was a shame The Sisterhood had to hold these events on Saturdays, Angela grumbled to herself but as one of the organisers she could hardly complain. It would be impossible for members from across the country to get to London if they held it mid-week.    And since they now had a reliable, understanding venue, it would be difficult to change.     The hotel also had some very nice waiters and its convenience for the airport meant that it was used by many cabin crews; it had proved a fruitful recruiting ground.   It would be impossible to persuade many of the ladies to change either the date or the location.  

“James,” she shouted up the stairs, “we need to go?  The taxi’s waiting.”

“Almost ready, honey.   I’ll be down shortly.”

Angela wondered why it was always women who were meant to take longest to get ready.  She stared at the portrait of her late husband hanging in the hall.  Oscar looked every inch the company chairman in his double-breasted suit sat at his rosewood desk.   Angela wept a dry tear: it had been twelve years since he’d departed but he’d gone the way he would have wanted.  Such a shame about his weak heart.  But James had been such a consolation since her tragic loss, and he owed her so much.   

James descended the staircase.   “Good.   Are you shaved and locked again?”

“Yes, honey,” James replied.  Angela admired what she considered to be her creation descending the stairs.  He was about six foot two and dressed in a smart dinner jacket, white short and black bowtie: the standard penguin suit for an evening function.   He had glossy thick brown hair with a parting that flopped slightly forward.  Under Oscar, James had been an upcoming junior manager at the bank.  Angela liked to see her husband happy and Oscar liked to keep James under him.  Many was the night Oscar brought James home after work for extra study and training.    

“Let me check,” said Angela as he reached the bottom.  Her right hand groped into his crotch and felt something hard.  “Good.”

“Yes, honey.   It was getting the ring through that took so long.  It was quite hard.”

“Well you shouldn’t have been thinking of me, should you?” she teased.

“That wasn’t what I meant.  Awkward was what I meant.”

“Well let me have the key, please.”   He held out the tiny key by a little ring threaded through its eye .  She reached down and unclipped a thin chain around her ankle.   She took the key from him  and slipped the chain through the  little ring.   The key dangled on the chain beside alongside at least six others.  “Fasten, it for me darling, please.”   James knelt down.  “No, James!  You know how to do this.   We’ve done this lots of times.  Like a doggy.”   James went on all fours and fastened the hasp around her right ankle.

“How do you know which is which?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” she smiled.

“Well it might to me.”

“Trust me, babe.   I know what I need to know.   Now let me just check.  Turn around.”   He padded round and she could see a clear line against his tight trousers.   Not a line from his underpants - she’d made him dispense with those long ago.    She reached down and felt a metal bar and another little padlock further inside.  “Good boy. Double secure.   Now give me the other key.”   Reluctantly he felt in a pocket of his dinner jacket.  “Round my left ankle, please,” she commanded handing him another little gold chain on which he threaded the key.  This key stood alone on its chain.

“Why is this necessary?”

“Really James.  We go through this each year.   We have a hotel that allows us back every year.  We don’t want to spoil our reputation.   We don’t want any silliness occurring like it did a few years ago.   What went on in those toilets was unacceptable.  No wonder we got banned.  And it wasn’t just the Men’s.  Some of the Ladies were no better.  They paid their penalty, of course.  This way there’ll be no problems.”

“Yes, honey, but it’s going to be uncomfortable sitting down on this thing all night.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ve asked the hotel to provide cushions for some of the male guests.   They’ve stopped asking ‘Why?’  And we’ll have less of the ‘Honey’: from now on it’s ‘Lady Angela’ or ‘Mistress Plug’.  OK?   We have to maintain appearances.”

“Yes, Mistress Plug,” he said and received another pat on the base of his anal pear. 

“And hold this for me.  Keep it safe in inside pocket of your jacket.”   She handed James a fat roll of fifty pound notes.

“All this?”

“Yes.  I want it to be a night to remember.  And I haven’t taken you to a club for a while, have I?”  

“No, Mistress.” James looked slightly downcast.

 “Let’s go.”

 

A few minutes later, a black limousine pulled out of the drive carrying a pretty middle-aged blonde lady and a rather handsome man in evening dress.

end of Part 3

Pride Before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 2 Mr V 19:35 Saturday evening

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Part 2       - Mr V       19:35 Saturday evening

It already felt like it was going to be another long evening.   He settled in the recliner armchair and touched the light control on his iPhone.  The room dimmed and the soft amber reading light illuminated his book.  It had been another week with no phone call.   He’d had so many phone calls but not that phone call.  Not that one call.  The one he really wanted.    He wondered how long he could wait.   Rebecca kept on trying to persuade him to come out but he didn’t want to mix business with pleasure.   He knew where that had led the last time.   And Bex did keep trying to foist that daughter of hers on to him.  Freddie might be pretty but she was a total airhead.   She was bubbly and enthusiastic, in some areas especially so, but she had no conversation of interest.  She was so unlike what he was looking for.

He sniffed his Isle of Jura.  The peaty aroma filled his nostrils.  Perfect.  He sipped it, settled back and opened his book.   He was struggling with some of the concepts but he was fascinated by the sheer weirdness of what he was reading.   How was quantum entanglement possible?  It was Beyond Weird. He wished he could discuss the ideas with someone.   He went back to musing about that special person.  Why hadn’t they called?

He sipped the Jura and tried to immerse himself in the properties of spin.   The heaviness of the subject made him drowsy and he drifted off, dreaming of a love lost.   He awoke with a start at the vibration of his iPhone, its screen shining in the gathering darkness.  Instinctively he put it to his ear without bothering to read the number.  “Verity,” he almost barked.

“So formal, Harry?”   It was a familiar slightly husky, female voice.

“Hi Bex, I thought you were out at a function tonight?”

“I am, and it’s just starting.   But I thought you might like to know that there’s someone here that you might like to meet.”

“For heaven’s sake Bex, can’t I have one night off?  It’s the weekend.  I know you and your agency are trying hard but there are times to give it a rest.”

“This isn’t business, Harry.   Now, say sorry,” the voice chided.

He was unused to being talked to like that but Rebecca was one of the few who could stand up to him.  The fact that she did it tongue in cheek also made it more acceptable.  “OK.  Sorry.”

“This is someone you really must see.”

“Now look, I know Freddie is a nice girl but I’m really not interested.  She’s pretty …”

“I know, she’s not your type.  You’ve made that clear.  No, this is different.”

“Who then?”

“Someone you’ve met before.  Only once I think?  A redhead.” the voice teased.

“I don’t know any redheads.”

“You do now.”

“Come on Bex, who?”

“Someone who shouldn’t be here tonight.”

“Well that doesn’t help much.

“Someone you seem to be moping over like a lovelorn schoolboy.”

“No!”  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Yes!  They’re here.”

“Really.   Who’s he with?  Sorry who’s she with?  What’s she wearing?”

“A long red latex dress with a split to thigh.  I can’t tell if she’s wearing panties but there’s no bulge, but no visible panty line either.   I expect Jane must have her tucked and tethered.   And it looks like she’s wearing red Louboutins.   She looks wonderful.”

“Gosh!”

“And she’s got a sweet little red clutch bag.   It’s so tiny it can only hold a lipstick and a compact and her phone, I expect.  Oh, and maybe her condoms.”

“Really Bex, it’s not all about sex.”

“Oh, Harry.  Sometimes you’re so innocent.   This girl just exudes sexiness.  She would tempt any red-blooded male.   And she’s a redhead now.  Wonderful flaming locks.  If it were between Demelza and Andy, Andy would win hands down.”

“I know she’s pretty but that’s not why I’m interested.”

“I know, I know, Harry,” the voice riposted.  “Blah-de-blah.   She’s got a brain.   I know she has Harry. “

“She’s clever and intelligent.”

“Yes, I know Harry.  But you can’t fuck a brain.”

“Who said I wanted to fuck her?”

“Let’s just say, a girl can tell.”

“Has she got an escort for the evening?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you telling me all this? 

“Faint heart ne’er won fair lady, Harry.  Yes, she has an escort.  Her Mistress.”

“Oh!  I didn’t realise she was a lesbian.”

“Don’t be silly.  Of course she is. She’s rather confused. You know how eagerly she gave me a licking?   But she’s so much more. You know how well she sucked you.  I’m sure her Mistress wants her to learn to like men.” 

“Learn?”

“Yes, Harry. Learn.”

“But she seemed quite happy with me.”

“She was nervous as hell, Harry.   Couldn’t you feel her shaking?   I expect you’re probably the first man she’d ever been with.”

“But she was wearing a butt plug.  And a cock cage.”

“Well the cock cage was to stop any embarrassing silliness.  And I expect the butt plug is all part of her training.”

“Training?”

“Yes, training.  Haven’t you worked that out yet?"

“But I thought she wanted to be a pretty girl.”

“Well in her heart she probably does.  But her head probably tells her something different.  And that silly thing between her legs probably just confuses things.  Some girls need a little help along the way.”

“You don’t mean surgery?”

“No.  Though sometimes it can happen  … if the girl wants it to help feel, how shall we say, complete.” 

“I’d have thought the opposite of complete.”

“Really Harry.  What a silly thing to say!   How like a man.   Complete as a girl.”

“Sorry.  Of course.  Yes, that was stupid.”

“Ok.  You’re forgiven.  Anyway as you’ve already found, a little appendage can  be perfectly charming on a girl.   Some even continue to use it in the normal way, although others find their preferences change.”

“You mean if they take hormones.”

“Well some do go down that route but many don’t.   They can enjoy the best of both worlds.”  

“Really.   They’re hardly going to pull the girls.”

“Really Harry, you’re so naïve.  A feminised young man makes the perfect companion.    Happy to do all the things that men can’t or won’t do.  They love shopping, make-up, socialising and chatting   Great feminine company.  And, at the end of day, they can be active or passive as their Mistress’s mood requires.  The best of all worlds.”

“Yes, I see: the best of all worlds.”

“That’s why they’re so highly prized.  Ladies adore them and many men understand their virtues.  After all, a pretty boy never gets that time of the month problem.”

“I suppose not.  But why would a boy want to become a girl like that.”

“Don’t you see they get the best of both worlds too. In fact they get the very best.  They never have all the pressure and tension of the chase.   They’re sought after and treasured.”    

“It still doesn’t seem right.  What if they don’t want to be feminised?”

“Many boys have a feminine side.  Some just need a little ‘Encouragement’.”

 

“Encouragement?  What if they don’t want encouragement?”

“But they do.”

“You mean they resist.”

“Sometimes they just need that little push to get them started.  We would call it ‘Training’.”

“We?”

“Yes, ‘We’.  The Sisterhood.”

“The Sisterhood?”

“Harry, have you become a parrot?  Stop repeating everything I say.  I’m a member of The Sisterhood.   It’s an organisation of dominant females.   We like to help girls and boys find their true path in life. “

“Is that legal?”

“Yes, of course.   They’re all well above the age of consent.  In fact we often wait until they’re in their early twenties just to ensure they’re clear.”

“But why do they need training?”

“Let’s just say some are a little unsure of themselves.  Sometimes they need a little help.  Your young friend has been receiving some guidance from one of our newer members.”

“His Mistress, you mean?”

“Well I think your young man looks on her as being more of an Auntie, but his Mistress, if you like.”

“He’s not my young man.  I mean she’s not.  I mean …   now I’m confused.”

“Oh, really.”

“You’re not trying to turn me, are you?” he asked with genuine concern.

“No, of course not.  You’re clearly an alpha male.”

“Are you sure?    You’re making me think I’m gay,” he protested. 

“No, you’re not.  Or, at least, I know you think you’re not.  But we all are to some degree.  You look at her and you just see a very bright, attractive girl.”

He felt reassured.    “Yes.  A pretty girl.  A very pretty girl,” he repeated calming himself.

“And that’s what the Sisterhood’s helping her become.  Andy still likes girls but she’s learning to live like a girl and love the things that girls love.  She already likes dressing up and being made-up.   And she’s finding that she likes other things too.”

“So can I see him?  I mean her.  And will her Mistress let me?”  

““You’ve become eager all of a sudden.”

“Can I come to the function?  I know it’s a bit late, but I could get there.”

“No way, Harry.  Sorry.  It’s a closed function.  It’s a special GALA.  In fact the girl shouldn’t even be here.”

“Then why are you telling me all this?”

“Let’s just say you could get an opportunity.   It’s a charity event and you might want to have your chequebook ready, or at least your debit card.   I’ll leave it at that for the time being.   Must go now.  I’ve been on this call too long.   Stay near your phone.  Bye!”

“Goodnight Bex,” he said but she’d already hung up.  He put down the mobile totally intrigued but excited too.  It was going to be hard concentrating on quantum physics when all he could think about was a maid at a party who’d metamorphosed into a flame haired, elegant beauty in red latex.

end of Part 2