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and one last question before we begin - is the sweet and innocent daughter's lovign mother also at home 

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8 pm
Adams Street, Hoboken
Joe’s Diner


The American Diner is a dying establishment – and at this time of night, with the clientele inside, Joe’s Diner could certainly be said to be dying.  The seats in the booths were in desperate need of re-upholstering, and the tables had certainly seen better days, with several decades of graffiti and initials carved into the surface.

The woman behind the counter had once been considered a beauty, before the years living in this neighborhood had taken their toll, but she still smiled and talked to the customers – partly to distract them from the cockroaches, but also because it made her day go faster.

“Youse wanna refill,” she said as she walked with the coffee pot to the two young women sitting in one of the booths.  The smaller of the two wore an old brown leather jacket over a grey t-shirt, jeans and trainers, her untidy black hair sticking out from her head.  The taller girl had shoulder length red hair, and wore a black waistcoat over a dirty blue jumper, jeans and short boots.

“Yeah, go on,” she said as she held her mug out, a half-eaten double cheeseburger with fries in front of her.  She watched as the waitress re-filled the mug she held in her gloved hand, and then turned to look at her fellow diner.

“Well this wasn’t quite what I expected when you said you’d take me out to supper Carina?” Gale said as she looked round the rather shabby diner.

“When I told you to wear a wig and jeans,” Carina said, “did you honestly think we were going to La Maison?”

“I got the disguise bit, but really…Hoboken?”

“If we are going to find a human being who isn’t going to be missed in this world,” Carina whispered as she leaned forward, “can you think of a better place to look?”

“I could easily kill the short order cook who did this burger, this is so bad I might actually be saving a few lives.”

“It’s a thought to keep in mind.” Carina giggled.

“A definite thought.” Gale pushed away the remains of her food.

“I have to agree with you – maybe we can catch something later,” Cari said as she looked at the remains of her omelet.

“Eating while we wear gloves isn’t easy you know.” Gale complained.

Raising an eyebrow, Carina said “I’d have thought a top FBI mans wife would have been more aware of fingerprints.”

“I know...” Gale said quietly, “and by the way, whose car did we borrow?”

“I don’t know,” Cari said with a smile, “I just got it in the parking lot at Columbia.”

“I’ve been driving in a stolen car all night?” Gale hissed the question.

“Gale we are planning to murder someone, and a teensy little stolen car worries you?”

Gale thought for a moment, and then laughed quietly as she shook her head.

“Okay it is time to meld Gale and her.” Carina whispered seriously. “We both need our hunters instincts operating.”

“I understand.”  Both women closed their eyes and breathed deeply for a few moments, before they looked at each other.

“Hello Cousin,” Gale said quietly as she looked round, “I have missed our talks.”

“I hear you have been restless,” Carina said quietly, “and I know how that feels, but your host is not as strong as mine.  Tonight, I will help you.”

“It frustrates me, and then I hear the small heartbeat – and I know it is for the best,
But you are right cousin.  I need to have my time or I will not be able to control myself again.”

“Then let us hunt together.  Is there something here which appeals to you?”

Gale looked round the room, and then at Cari.  “One or two – you?”

“Have you seen the young man sitting at the counter?”

Gale picked up the metal sauce stand and looked at the reflection.

“Early twenties, nursing the same drink for the last thirty minutes?”

“Yes – I was watching as well.  I think he is the sort of lonely young man who deserves the night of his life.”

Cari then put her cup down, and threw some money on the table.  “If he is the one, he is moving,” she said, smiling as Gale stood up.

“Then let the hunt begin,” Gale said as she picked up her bag, and the two women followed him out.

The street was getting darker as they walked a short distance behind him, Gale looking at his swagger as he talked to a couple of girls on the street.

“Look at him,” she whispered, “he looks at these women as his own, as playthings.  The way he glances at them, the glint in his eye of desire.”

“Indeed – where do you think he is heading?”

“Let us follow and find out…”

They got into the car and followed him from a distance, as he went into a liquor store, and then into an apartment building.

“So which one do you think,” Carina said as they got out of the car.

“That light just went on,” Gale said as she looked at the second floor, on the left hand side.

“Well, shall we?”

Popping the trunk, Gale watched as Carina took out a bag, and the two women crossed the road, looking at the name plates before Carina took a set of skeleton keys from her pocket.

“How long,” Gale said as she watched, and then smiled as the outer door swung in.

“No time at all, cousin,” Carina said as the two women walked into the building, and then walked up to the second floor, standing outside the apartment door.

“I can smell him,” Gale said quietly, “he is inside?”

“Then let us join him,” Cari said as she knocked on the door, and then pulled from inside her jacket a Luger.  They both held their breath as the door opened, and the man from the diner appeared, a can of beer in his hand.

“Can I help yo…”

“Shut it, fucker,” Carina growled as she pushed him back in, the barrel of the gun against his neck.  “Is anyone else home?”

He slowly shook his head as Gale closed the door.  “Good – after you,” she said as she produced a gun from her bag as well, “into the main room.”

“What the fuck is going on here,” he said as Carina pushed him into the room, grinning as she looked at Gale.

“Never you mind big boy,” Gale said as she stroked her gloved hand down his cheek, “You’re going to do what we tell you, right?”

“Like Hell I willlmmmmgggggdddd.”

He crumpled to the floor as Carina hit him in the stomach, looking up as she grinned at him.  “Wrong answer fuck face – you’re going to do what we tell you, RIGHT?”

“Who the fuck are you two bissshhsssmmgfkkngggdddd.”

“We told you to be quiet,” Gale said as she forced the red rubber ball into his mouth and then tore the tape free from the roll, wrapping it tightly round his head as Cari held the gun to his stomach.  After she had torn the end free and pressed it to the back of his head, he was forced to his feet, his arms yanked behind him and his wrists cuffed together before a black cotton bag was pulled over his head.

“Now here’s the deal, arsehole,” Carina said, “I’m going to take a look round this place, and my friend is going to keep you company.  Try not to hurt him too much.”

“Really?”

“Of course – this is to be savoured,” Carina said as Gale smiled, and started to unbutton his shirt.

“My my, you are a strong young man,” she said quietly as she took a scalpel from the bag, and pulled the shirt down his arms, before cutting sleeves down the seam and removing it, “do you like to be the strong man?”

She smiled at his whimpering as the flat of the scalpel was pressed to his cheek, before she said “well, I can tell you want me to continue…”  Pulling him back against her, she pushed her hand in between his legs and started to stroke him, his moans increasing as she felt him respond.

“You sick little prick, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you,” she said quietly as he nodded, Carina passing through as she went to fetch several black bags from the kitchen.  

“Well, you have to beg for me to continue – are you going to do that,” Gale said as she produced a riding crop from her bag, and stood over him.  “Say ‘Yes, mistress.’”

“Gthlhlll.”

“Wrong answer,” she said as she brought the crop down on his back, the man yelping as it hit his back.

“Say it.”

When he refused, she hit him again.  And again.  And again, the excitement inside her growing as she whipped his back, the feelings of delight rising as he began to plead and beg for mercy.

“How is the prick?”

“Softening up,” Gale said quietly, “why?”

“Bring him through here,” Carina said, as she forced him to his feet and made him walk into the bedroom.  Gale saw the black bin liners which had been laid out on the bed, covering it as Carina said “cuff his hands in front of him.

“And in case you get any ideas,” she continued as she held the blade of a second scalpel against his throat, “do anything stupid and my hand slips.  Understand, fuckwad?”

He nodded slowly as Gale released his wrists, and then recuffed them together in front of him, before the two of him walked the man to the bed and made him lie down, his screams as the cold plastic hit his back muffled but still there as Carina raised his hands above his head and secured them to the top of the bed with rope.

“Such a strong young man,” she then cooed as she unbuckled his pants, and pulled them down as Gale traced along his chest with the blade of the scalpel, “do you think he knows his own potential?”

“I know what he has the potential to be,” Gale said, “a games board.”

“Possibly,” Carina sighed as she pulled his shoes and pants off, before tying a length of cord to his left ankle, pulling it to the side and tying it to foot of the bed before she did the same to his other foot, and then stroked her gloved hand up the inside of his legs, “what were you thinking of?”

“Tic Tac Toe.”

“Hplsgdddnttt,” eh mumbled, only to let out a muffled scream as Gale made a grid with slight strokes of the scalpel on his chest, and then said “you may go first.”

“So kind,” Carina said.

He writhed with each cut of the scalpel, never deep enough to cause real damage but enough to hurt and for the thin red line to appear, as the games continued.

Eventually, Carina said “I think we’ve run out of playing space.”

“So it would appear,” Gale said as she looked at the red chest, “well, what shall we do now?”

“I wonder if he is responsive to the right sort of stimulation?”

“Oh – what did you have in mind?”

Carina stroked his cock, feeling it harden as he moaned under the hood, and then said “well, this seems to work.  Did it work with his back?”

“I believe so, why?”

Going to the bag on the floor, Carina picked up a small leather cat’o’nine tails, and said “I wonder what will happen to his feet.”

He felt the leather thongs as they stroked up the soles of his feet, and then screamed again as Carina whipped the bare soles of his feet, as Gale used her hand on his cock.

“Oh he does seem to like this,” she said with a grin as she looked at Carina, “do carry on!”

In his mind, the man was losing all sense of control, the pain on his back, chest and
Feet mingling with the pleasure he was feeling between his legs.  He could also hear, through the hood, the moans of the two armed women, as they seemed to be getting pleasure from his agony.

“Yes,” Carina called out as she whipped the now red soles of his feet, “oh yes, can you feel it?”

“I can,” Gale said as she finally released him, his semen spreading over his body, “oh yes I can, but I still crave that last release.”

“As do I,” Carina said quietly, “but we must do it together.  Are you ready?”

Gale nodded as she released his hands and made him sit up, before she wrapped a length of rope around his neck and started to slowly tighten it, hearing his muffled groans and gasps as the hood went in and out where his nose was, while Carina picked up one of the two pillows that lay on the floor and put it on the bed.

“My turn,” she said as she looked at Gale, the taller woman nodding as she heard his gasp and let his head fall to the pillow.  Carina placed the Luger against his head and fired three shots, his body jumping before it fell silent.

“Ahhhhh,” Gale said as she looked at Carina.  “Does that not feel better?”

“It does Cousin – but we need to clear now.  Observe.”

Carina lifted his head to show the hole, and then the cushion to show the black sheet was undamaged.  “We wrap him in the bags, and then the cover, and tape it.  We then need to take him somewhere and leave him – for now, let us wrap him.”




Thirty minutes later, Carina opened the door to the apartment and looked out, then walked out with Gale carrying a package over her shoulder.  They walked down the stairs and out, Carina popping the trunk as Gale put the package inside, and then closing it as they both got in and drove off.

Reaching the banks of the far side of the islet, Carina stopped the car at a deserted pier, and opened the trunk, using a length of chain to secure a set of dumbbells to one end of the package before they both lifted it out, and walked to the edge of the river.

“Goodbye, dickwad” Carina growled as they let it drop into the water, watching as it slowly sank, and then she looked at Gale.

“So we have sated our appetite, and disposed of the end result.  Do you think you have an idea of what you need to do in the future?”

“I think so – although I do enjoy our time together.  Will we hunt again?”

“I think so yes, until your host feels confident in herself.  Ready?”

Gale nodded as they both allowed themselves to fade into the background, and then Carina and Gale looked at each other.

“Oh God,” Gale breathed, “That feels so, so much better.”

“I know – now let’s ditch this car somewhere, and get the sub back home.  I feel like I could sleep for an eternity now.”

Tuesday 25th August
9 am PT
Xavier International, LA


“Welcome back Miss Moore,” the receptionist said as Maddie walked in.

“Thanks – Tracey and Rhenia here yet?”

“Both waiting for you in the top office,” she said as Maddie went through the security gate, and up to her office.

“Hey boss – welcome back,” Tracey said as Maddie stepped out of the lift.

“You too – looking good,” Maddie, said as she looked at her number two, wearing a red leather skirt split up the side and a white cashmere sweater.

“Feeling good – Rhenia did a good job.”

“I hope so – she’s your number two now, to handle the office based side of things while you are on assignment.”

“Sorry, did I just get promoted,” Rhenia said as she joined them.

“We’ll sort out the formalities later - my office,” Maddie said.

“So how are things going in Victoria?” Rhenia asked as she and Tracey entered Madeline’s office.

“Very well thank you.” Maddie looked at her two main assistants. “I need to thank you both for holding the fort together while I supervised matters up there.”

“It’s our pleasure.” Tracey smiled.

“One of them is on her way to liaise with Charlotte’s ladies, the rest are in Lucia’s tender care until we can get them moved here.”

“We have an update on the LA end which we can make later.”

“Good.  Now, before we get down to the routine business, there are some outstanding matters that we need to review.”

Both assistants nodded.

“First, Rhenia – update from Tokyo?”

“Natalya says the situation remains tense. Lou is still in place and seems to have recovered a bit from the shock. He does seem to be making some amazing acquisitions in the way of clothes.”

“So nothing that we have to deal with here?”

“Not right this second.”

“Good,” Madeline nodded, “And the Galleria?”

“Our surveillance says everything is as was…we just need a date and a go time.” Tracey smiled.

“Are the costumes here?”

“Yes, and Catherine’s people did an amazing job.”

“The weapons?”

“Are in the security locker.”

“Alright,” Maddie looked down at her papers, “now for more routine business, why are Simmonds, Simmonds and Hay, giving us a problem?”

“Marietta it seems misbehaved on that soap powder commercial shoot, they are threatening never to use one of our models again.” Tracey answered.

“What did Kathy say?”

“She is upset, to put it mildly, and has removed Marietta from her books.  She’s already spreading the word.”

“We do not need a major advertising agency pissed at us. Do whatever it takes to calm them down please.” Maddie relaxed - it was nice to just get back to the routine of running her businesses.


1 pm EST
Complete Style


“So John is determined to re-create that group shot?”

“Looks that way,” Juliette said as she looked round the table.  He’s selecting models to talk to now, and then we need to get them in the same place at the same time.”

“The place being 5th Avenue near Madison Square Park?”

“Precisely,” Juliette said with a smile.  “How about the other photographers?”

“Jack would like to do some of Willy Maywald’s classic pictures with the model posing with a car in the background.” Anna spoke.

“That sounds good…”

“Ju darling we will need to borrow some period cars – classic 50s models.”

“I’ll ask Roy what he has in his garage,” Juliette said, “If he can’t help I’m sure Henri knows someone who can.”

“Alright next,” Anna checked her notes. “Adam Cabot wants to try and do some Louise Dahl-Wolfe style pictures.”

“He and I have discussed it.” Mary nodded, “I am trying to round up some extras to appear.”

“That classic trick of someone in the picture watching the model?”

“Exactly Anna.”

“Stephen Stone rang and asked if anyone is shooting in the style of Dick Avedon?” Juliette spoke again.

“Even John Hammond was a little intimidated by the thought of trying to capture Dick’s work Ju.” Mary looked at her.

“And he does realize the models will be wearing clothes?” someone asked.

“He does, but I think we let him run with it, he wants to work with Jeans Brewster.”

“Alright Ju, give them the commission.” Anna nodded.

“George, Amanda, you are both flying to Paris to supervise the shoots there.”

“We are,” George Barbera the deputy editor nodded.

“Fiona is styling a shoot with Justin Adams in London.” Mary spoke.  “Cara and Lily have agreed to take part – as has Jerry.”

“She has?”

“Yup – almost demanded it, if truth be told, and offered to pay to take part.”

“Well, I think we have most of our bases covered.” Anna smiled. “I know it’s been a long meeting everyone, but I think we made some very real progress on this issue.”

“Great,” Juliette said as she stood up, “Mary can you round Kylie up?  We’re taking them to lunch today?”

“I think she’s going over some sketches with Alexis – ten minutes?”

Juliette nodded as they walked out of the meeting room, and found Marina and Janine in conference.

“I’ll call you Monday once I’ve settled back in,” she said as she looked up.  “Hey Ju – the lunch date still on?”

“It is – Mary has gone to pull Kylie out of the cave, and we’ll head over to the park.”

2 pm
Park Avenue


“Thank you for coming over,” Shirley said as her two visitors came in, “I hear you have news for me?”

“Well it wasn’t easy, but I think I’ve done it.” Heather said as she collapsed into one of Shirley’s armchairs.

Shirley sat up as she said “You’ve cracked the encryption they are using in Mogola?”

“I’ve barely slept, but yes we can now read their traffic.” Heather yawned.

“That is wonderful,” Shirley said as she looked at the young woman, and then to the other seat.  “I’m sorry this has spoiled some of your family time Joanne.”

“It’s not a problem Madame.” Jo smiled, “I’ve sat up with big sis and Sandy, and we’ve been laughing and chatting while Heather works.”

“Anyway thank you for bringing Heather over here.” Shirley glanced at Heather. “Ummm Heather?”

The blonde was sitting with her head back, her eyes closed as she breathed in and out.

“Let her sleep.” Jo laughed softly, “I can take you through the intercepts so far…and she needs the sleep.”

She started her laptop and sat with Shirley as they walked through the messages from the last twenty four hours.

“Good, good,” Shirley eventually said, “this needs to be shared.  Is Maddie on line?”

“Looks like she is,” Jo said as she placed a call, smiling as Maddie’s face appeared.

“Well, Miss Smith,” Maddie said with a smile, “Ready for the move?”

“Almost – but this is a business call.  I’m here with Shirley.”

“Go on, put her on,” Maddie said as she saw Shirley come into view.

“So how are things going Maddie?” Shirley asked.

“Well,” Maddie said, “if I tell you the worst problem on my plate was caused by a nine-year old having a temper tantrum on set…?”

“I would say you are welcome to it,” Shirley laughed.

“Did you see the reports from Tokyo and Hong Kong?”

“I did…reading them it felt I could almost cut the tension with a knife.”

“I don’t think either the Japanese, or the Chinese, now trust each other.”

“Agreed,” Shirley smiled at the camera. “Well we may be in a position to drive an even bigger wedge between the two parties.”

“Oh how?”

“Heather finally cracked their encryption algorithms.”

“She did? My techs here told me that was impossible.”

“It probably was for any other person in this world.”

“True,” Maddie shook her head, “that young woman is amazing.”

“That she is.” Shirley smiled. “Anyway now we can look in their communications…”

“We can send false messages.” Maddie laughed.

“Exactly…we can sew even further distrust.  And we have another arrow in our quiver – I have spoken again to Colonel Vosloo today.  We have indeed identified their base port in South Africa – he has it under surveillance now.”

“Msssllright Jo I’ll make coffee in a minute.”

“Was that Heather?”

“Yeah,” Jo said, “Big Sis is tired.  We’re letting her sleep.”

“Fair enough.”

“Maddie, your contact from the boat landed in London this morning, and is now on a flight to South Africa.  Charlotte herself will meet the plane at Jo’burg, and hand her over to a guide to get her to the force over there.”

“Excellent – keep me posted Shirley.”

“So what else is on your cards for today?”

“I have a lunch date – someone Juliette asked me to talk to and coach through something.”

“Should I be worried?”

“No – this isn’t a company thing as such…”
Comings and Goings - Part 3
Carina takes Gale for a girl's night out - and Maddie gets back to work.
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and one last question before we begin - is the sweet and innocent daughter's lovign mother also at home
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32 deviants said Yes
26%
12 deviants said No
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“Lord above, I wish I was there with you right now,” I said as I heard the loud moans from upstairs.  “I’d better go and get some lunch sorted out – when do you get back tomorrow?”

“I’ll text you later – I need tooooooooooooooo....”

“Sam?”

“Sorry – I’ll see you later,” she said “and thanks again lover.”

I smiled as the call ended, and went into the kitchen, preparing a large salad bowl.  It made sense to do that, given I had no idea how long they would be, and then prepared a plate of cold meat before warming some bread in the oven.

It was about one o’clock by the time I heard footsteps, and saw Mum and Sheila come in.  They both had robes on, and smiled as they sat down at the table, looking at me.

“What,” I said as I put some plates down, and then laid the lunch out.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Mum said with a sigh.  “Just wanted to thank you for a wonderful day so far.”

“Indeed,” Sheila said as she put some meat on her plate, “and I was curious as to what we would be doing later.”

“Spoilers,” I said as I poured some water, “but I think you’re going enjoy it no matter what.  For the next scenario, I think you two needs to be going to a party.”

“I have just the outfit in mind,” Mum said with a smile, “What about you Sheila?”

“Forewarned,” Sheila said with a smile, “is fore prepared...”





“Well, so you think we look as if we are going to a party?”

I looked up as Mum and Sheila came in.  Mum must have been taking tips from Sam’s Aunt Jennifer.  She was wearing a long sleeved black blouse, made of almost see-through cotton, over a dark coloured bra, and tight red leather trousers with black stiletto heels.

Sheila was wearing a red strapless cocktail dress, with a flared skirt that come down to mid-thigh and red heels.

“There really is a theme developing here, isn’t there,” I said with a smile.  “Now, before we begin I have a little something for both of you.”

I handed them each a small vibrator, and said “slip those into place before we begin please.”

“When are you going to turn them on,” Sheila asked as she looked at me.

“HOW are you going to turn them on,” Mum asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Not important – I’ll give you both a moment to do that,” I said as I stepped out of the room, returning with several lengths of rope as Mum re-fastened her pants.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Well, here we are, the two party goers coming home and not realising there is a man waiting for them – so both of you, please, turn round and put your hands behind your back.”

“Oh no – not another man robbing us,” Mum said, laughing as she turned and crossed her wrists.

“Quiet or I keep you quiet now,” I said as I took the first length of cord, and tied them tightly together, taking the rope around and between her arms, and keeping it snug and tight.  Doing the same to Sheila, she giggled as the rope rubbed on her bare wrists.

I then took another length of rope, and tied it round Mum’s waist, taking the ends between her legs and pulling gently up before I tied the ends to her wrists.

“Okay – that’s how they stay in there,” Sheila said as I pulled the rope between her legs, her skirt hiking up as I tied it to her wrists.  She moved her wrists up and down, sighing as it rubbed on her, while I shook loose a long length of rope and wrapped it round her arms below her chest, pulling it tight before wrapping it round above and below her chest.  She let out a little sigh as I did this, the rope rubbing on her bare chest over the top of the chest before I tied it off behind her back, pressing the bands up and down as I did so.

“Why are you doing this to us,” Mum said, as I tied her arms to her side in the same way, her blouse stretching over her chest as I did so.

“I just need to keep you two occupied for a little while,” I say with a smile as they look at each other.  “Now, I want you,” I say as I look at Mum, “to sit in that corner over there, and I want you Sheila to sit on the couch.”

“All right,” Sheila said as she sat down, her skirt rising more as I helped Mum to sit in the corner, then knelt down and stated to bind her ankles together, followed by her legs above and below her knees, each band tightened by taking the rope between her legs.

“He means business,” Mum said as she wriggled her legs, the leather squeaking as I walked over and bound Sheila’s legs in the same way.

She looked at the white bands as I helped her to sit on the floor, and then lie down on her stomach, before I pulled her legs back and secured them to her chest ropes.  I then walked over and helped Mum into the same position, her leather pants really squeaking as she looked over at Sheila.

“What are you going to do with us you fiend,” Sheila said as she looked at me.

“Keep you quiet for one thing,” I say as I leave the room for a moment, returning with two red ball gags.

“Colour coordinated – cute,” Mum said before she opened her mouth, and I pushed the ball between her teeth, before fastening the black straps around her head.  “Swhthppnsnsthslleee,” she mumbled as I took the second ball gag to the opposite side of the room.

“Same thing as happeendndttudmjn,” Sheila said as I pushed the other ball into her mouth and fastened the straps around her head.  Smiling, I patted Sheila on the bottom, and then Mum, before I said “not, doubtless you two will manage eventually to get to each other and free each other.”

“Ufnnkk,” Sheila said as she winked at Mum, and wriggled round, her chest rubbing on the floor rug.

“But then, I would have to distract both of you,” I said as I picked up a small box with two buttons on it.

“Hmmgddd,” I heard Mum say – before I pressed both buttons, setting off the vibes that were now well secured inside them.  Sheila’s eyes opened wide as she let out a moan – matched by Mum as she started squirming on the floor, her crotch rope rubbing on the leather.

“Well, I’m going to let you ladies have your own party for a while,” I said as I looked at them, “I have a few things to sort out.”

Leaving them writhing on the floor, I closed the door and collected my car keys – I wanted to sort something out for later, and I needed to stretch my legs anyway.




When I came back in, I could hear faint moaning from the front room, so I opened the door and peeked in.

Mum and Sheila had managed to make their way over to each other, but both of them were lying on their sides, shaking as the vibes appeared to still be doing their job.

“Ready to be released yet,” I said as I looked at them both of them shaking their heads as I said “All right then – I’ll make some coffee, and then time is a-moving on – if you still want to see my fourth scenario.”

I let them to it, smiling as I went to the kitchen...
Monday 24th August
9.30 am
Complete Style Magazine


Janine and Alexis looked up as Juliette came into the office, Marina looking over as she looked over.

“Ten minutes ladies,” she said as she went into her office, Marina going to join them.

“She seems to have recovered from the party at any rate,” Jeanne said with a smile.  “Got your tickets sorted?”

“Yup - we’re all on the same flight.”

“Did I hear Helen was away for most of last week?”

“Yeah – she had to go to Europe on business, but she’s back now.  She’ll pop in before we go to say goodbye.”

“Janine, Alexis – in here please.”

The two girls looked at each other, Marina smiling and shaking her head as they went in.

“Close the door,” Juliette said as she sat behind her desk, glancing through some papers.  As Alexis closed the door, Janine coughed and said “Problem, Ju?”

“Hmm,” she said as she sat back and looked at both of them, before breaking into a big smile.

“Girls you are miracle workers.” Juliette smiled at her assistants. “I take a summer vacation, then come back and find this office has functioned perfectly without me.”

“Thank you.” Janine smiled, “but if you’d seen the chaos last week.”

“Janine, chaos and you are two concepts that never go together.”

“Again Thank You.”

“Now just don’t tell Anna that I’m dispensable, else I’ll be looking for a new job.” Juliette laughed.

“Promise.” Janine smiled again.

“Okay so what is on my schedule?”

“Well,” Janine glanced at her notes, “An editorial meeting to discuss the homage issue, then Merlin wants to see you, after that you need to sign a pile of correspondence, and to finish the morning Cassandra Stone is dropping in to take you out to lunch.”

“Sounds good.” Juliette smiled though she was quaking at the thought of her conversation with Cassie.  “Alexis, John Hammond called me this morning – he needs a research assistant to help him this week.  I know it may sound like archive work again, but I suggested you for the job.”

“No problem Juliette – it would be an honour to work with him, if Janine can spare me.”

“I can manage for a week,” Janine said.

“Good – he's expecting you at his studio at eleven.  Right – editorial meeting?”

“In the boardroom.”

“And away we go,” Juliette said as she left the office.

“Summer’s over, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes,” Janine said as she looked at Alexis.  “Come on – I’ve got John’s address.”


10 am
St Angela’s



“Good morning everyone,” Wilhelmina Tennant said as she came into the teacher’s lounge, “I trust I find you all rested and ready to get back to work – at least those of you who are late back?”

“Did we just get burned,” Tom Brady said as the room laughed.

“Right – first things first.  For those of you who have not heard yet, we have finally after a gap of two years appointed a Dean of Students.  Please welcome formally Grace Brand.”

“Hi everyone,” Grace said as she sat, wearing a jacket and skirt with a camisole top, “I look forward to getting to know all of you over the next few weeks.”

“Grace will also be taking the sophomore Spanish class this year, the language faculty will find their schedules adjusted accordingly.  We also welcome two new teachers – Sarah Nightingale for English Literature, and Harriet Craig for Chemistry.  They still need a little time to adjust, but feel free to welcome both of them as well.”

Both women blushed as there was a round of applause in the room.

“Right – onwards, as they say.  This year’s freshmen class arrives on Thursday, and we need to be ready for them.  Homeroom leaders, I have booked time with each of you to talk with me, Kate and Grace today to identify potential issues.  Everyone else, prepare your study plans for September.  Harriet, your supplies have arrived and need to be stored.”

“On it,” Harriet said as she looked up.

“We will also be adding a few new after-school activities, which you will find detailed in your pre-semester plans.  If any wishes to join in the organization, feel free.  Annie, Alicia, winter training?”

“Commences next Wednesday, Wilhelmina.”

“Excellent – now, as is traditional Annabelle, Rachel and Letty as Head Girls will join us on Thursday and Friday, but we have also asked Abigail and Jeannie to call in on Thursday afternoon, to talk to the new girls about the Jamie Kirkham fund.”

The room nodded in agreement as Kate said “Right – to work, ladies and gentlemen.  Lots to get done still…”


1 pm
The Tavern on The Park


Cassandra looked up and smiled as Juliette came in, walking across and joining her at the table.  The young actress was wearing a soft black leather jacket over her red jersey dress, her black boots hugging the shape of her legs.

“Thanks for meeting me today,” she said as Juliette sat down, “I wanted to touch base with you before we head back to LA later this afternoon.”

“So what did Brian think of the script,” Juliette said as she accepted the menu from the waiter.

“He was stunned – but he loved it, so we’re now into final casting, and start rehearsals next week.  I think we may have a real modern classic on our hands.”

She then leaned over and said “and I have you to thank for that, Juliette.”

They were sitting in a corner table, with a lot of others sitting round, as Juliette said “I don’t know whether to thank you or take you somewhere quiet.”

“Would it help if I said I’m not sure what you should do either?”

“Let’s eat,” Juliette said as the waiter came over, “and then we can go for a walk – and talk.”



“You know, I forget how beautiful this place is in the late summer,” Cassandra said as the two women walked through Central Park, “and just how normal everyone is in it.  It doesn’t have that plasticity you see sometimes in tinsel town.”

“I guess that is one of the things I love about this city,” Juliette said as she looked at the young woman.  “So, I guess there are things you want to ask me.”

“Surprisingly, no – not in the way you think,” Cassandra said, “I’m just amazed it’s you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Juliette said with a smile, “but at the same time, what would you do if you were me and I was you?”

Cassandra thought for a moment, and then said “I really don’t know – but I’d love to find out.”

“You want in, Cassandra, you need to know there are things you will find out you may not like – are you sure you want to do this?”

“To get that feeling of elation and power again – oh yes…”

Juliette smiled and said “look – for now, please, concentrate on the film, and direct your considerable talents to that.  In the meantime, I’m going to put you in touch with someone, based in LA, who can offer you some further advice.”

“And after that?”

“After that,” Juliette said as they stopped by the lake, “when you’re filming back here, we can talk again.  It gives me a chance to talk to the others, sound them out, but until then we have to trust each other.”

“You never find it easy to trust do you?”

“I trust those I trust,” Juliette said, “and I feel I can trust you.”

“Can’t ask for more that that,” Cassandra said with a smile.  

“One thing though – if we do this, you become Miss Sidhe.”

“Cat Sith?  I can live with that…”


2 pm
Saks, 5th Avenue


“Hello Louise,” Diana said as she walked into the schools supply department with Abigail, “here we are again.”

“Good afternoon Countess – a pleasure to see you again, if sadly for the last time.  Abigail – you’ve grown an inch or two again, haven’t you?”

Abby shrugged her shoulders as she said “I guess so – so for one last time…”

“Long blazer, but not necessarily in a small size,” Louise said as she looked at the model, “let me get a couple for you to try.”

“Hey BS,” Abby said as Jeannie wheeled herself in, Barbara and John following her, “here to get the new clothes?”

“Oh yes – another lovely year in…”

“MOM – I look horrible in this!”

The two of them looked over to a young dark haired girl who was looking at herself in the uniform, turning from side to side.

“Now Poppy – it could be worse, and red does seem to suit you.”

“I still think it looks horrible.”

“Now you know it is you that makes the clothes, not the clothes you…”

“Hello Philippa,” Diana said as the quartet came over, “and is that Poppy?  My goodness, she has grown.”

Pippa Ashley turned and smiled as she said “Diana – how long has it been?”

“A few years certainly – so Poppy starts at St Angela’s this week?”

“She does indeed – Abby is a Senior this year, correct?”

“Correct – so they will see each other there.”

Poppy was staring at Abby and Jeannie, as the wheelchair bound girl smiled and said “Okay – which one of us is showing her knickers?”

“Sorry – it’s just strange to see you two here, buying school uniform.”

“We’re just kids as well,” Jeannie said as Louise brought two jackets over, “even if one of us is abnormally tall.”

“Har de har,” Abby said as she tried one jacket on.  “It’s a bit tight, Louise.”

“I agree – try this one.”

Diana nodded as Abby put on the second blazer and said “that is a much better fit darling.  We’ll take that Louise – and now the rest of the clothing I presume.”

“Miss Brewster, if you would come with me,” one of the assistants said as a second one walked towards another mother and daughter.  Diana looked at them – the mother in a grey sweatshirt and jeans, the fourteen year old daughter in a v-necked jumper, denim shorts and leggings, looking round as if they had never been in the place before.  Both were African American, and turned suddenly as the assistant said “can I help you, Mrs…?”

“It’s Miss – Miss Denice Burton,” the mother said.  “This is my daughter Erica – St Angela’s said we were to call here today for a fitting?”

“Ah yes – Erica Burton, the Jamie Kirkham scholar.  Right this way, please…”

“So that’s the second Kirkham girl after Anna,” Barbara whispered to Diana.  “She looks as lost as I was last year.”

“Agreed – shall we introduce ourselves?”

“I think we should,” Barbara said as they walked over to the young woman.

“Excuse me,” Diana said, “But we could not help overhearing, and wanted to introduce ourselves.”

The woman turned and stared at them, and said “You’re here with Abigail de Ros and Jeannie Brewster?”

“Hi I’m Barbara Brewster, Jeannie’s mum, and Diana here is Abby’s.” Barbara introduced herself.

“I’m Denice.”  She smiled as she shook their hands and said “It’s nice to meet you.”

“So is your daughter looking forward to St Angela’s?” Diana asked.

“Yes and no…”

“Oh,” Barbara said, “why?”

Denice looked round and whispered “because it’s such a posh school and she’s a black kid from a housing project.”

“But,” Barbara said, “she arrives with the prestige of having won the Kirkham, that gives her instant status and celebrity.”

“It does?”

“Certainly,” Diana smiled and continued. “If she does half as well as Anna Carlton is doing she will be a true adornment to the school.”

“And Diana speaks as chair of the Board of Trustees.” Barbara smiled.

“So scholarship girls don’t get looked down on at St Angela’s?”

“Not that I’ve ever noticed.” Barbara looked at Jeannie making a face in a mirror. “Jeannie’s little posse includes two girls on scholarships, three who aren’t, and herself…and she’s paying her own way through school.”

“Are there many other single moms?”

“Both Barbara and I are widows. We both lost our husbands in car crashes.”

“Oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It is not a problem – it happened a long time ago in my case, and Jeannie is a very strong young woman.”

“We know plenty of other single mothers with connections to the school. So don’t think that is a problem.” Barbara nodded.

“Just a warning, watch out for that little madame.” Diana discreetly pointed towards Poppy. “According to some friends daughters she has a very high opinion of herself, and I’ve known her mother long enough to suspect Pippa indulges and spoils her.”

“Okay I’ll pass on the warning.” Denice smiled. “Anyone else I should tell her about?”

“First, look at your daughter,” Barbara said as Erica came out, wearing the blouse, jumper, skirt and Blazer.

“Oh… Oh my, look at you,” Denice said quietly, “it really does look good on you.”

“Do you think so,” Erica said as she turned in the mirror.

“Mums are always right,” Jeannie said, “first rule of this sort of thing.  Hi – I’m Jeannie.”

“Erica – Erica Burton.”

“Jeannie, we are going to the coffee shop with Erica’s mother.  Can you and Abby bring her down when you’re all done up here?”

“Gotcha,” Jeannie said as Pippa took her daughter to the counter.

“Come – we always put the world to rights over coffee,” Diana said as she took Denice’s arm.



“So what do you do for a crust Denice?” Barbara asked as they all sat in the store’s coffee shop.

“I work at Columbia in the records office…I spend all day putting information on students into a computer.”

“Sounds a bit like my job, I work at Temple Hill doing similar work a lot of the time.”

“So you aren’t…?”

“Rich?” Barbara laughed, “Lord no.  I have a wealthy daughter, but I’m determined to keep both she and I anchored firmly, so no I have a regular job, and a sympathetic employer who lets me have time off to chaperone my daughter wherever she goes.”

“Anna Carlton’s mother Emma works as a receptionist, another friend of Jeannie’s has a mother who is a florist, and a father who works for the local transport.  Not all of them are rich like Abby.”

“I need to remember that.”

“Hello they said you were down here.” A tall blonde woman said as she approached, Denice’s jaw dropping as she recognized her.

“Caroline darling.” Diana stood up and kissed her, followed by Barbara.

“Denice can we introduce Caroline Jameson, her daughter is a sophomore at the school.” Barbara made the introduction.

“Denice’s daughter Erica is this year’s Kirkham winner.” Barbara added.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Caroline shook hands, “You must be terribly proud of her.”

“I am.” Denice smiled.

“So any thoughts on this year’s school runs?” Caroline asked as she sat down and ordered herself a coffee.

“Well Abby cannot pick up everyone…”

“We know that Diana…”  Caroline thanked the waitress as she bought her coffee, and then said “Letty has volunteered to help, but I think I’ll be doing the Westside run myself.”

“You’ll have to add Erica to your list.” Diana smiled.

“Oh where do you live Denice?”

“Washington Heights.”

“I can do that then cut across town to the school.”

“Are you sure Miss Jameson?”

“It’s Caroline, and yes of course.”

“We will see if you can also make our Friday afternoon coffee sessions as well then.” Barbara smiled broadly.

“A few of us get together at a friend’s house and chat while the girls plan their weekends.”

“Oh – and whose home do you have this in?”

“Neutral territory actually – we meet in the house of another friend, Sandy Richmond.  Why don’t you come over on Friday and join us – about four?”

“Well, I have the afternoon off – why not?  Hello darling – do you have everything?”

“Yes Mom,” Erica said as she came down with her bags, Abby carrying others as she and Jeannie followed her in.

“Pepsi just arrived with Doc and their moms,” Jeannie said, “so they’ll come down with Ama.”

“Good – gives you a chance to meet them as well, if you have time Denice.”

“Well, let me get Erica a drink…”

“No need – this is on me,” Abby said as they sat at a separate table.



“Emma, April, this is Denice Burton, Erica’s mum.  Denice, this is Emma Carlton, Anna’s mum, and April Broadhurst, Pepsi’s mother.”

“So Erica is the Kirkham scholar,” Emma aid as she saw the young girl talking to Anna, “Welcome to the wacky world of St Angela’s.”

“Thanks, I think,” Denice said as their coffees were brought over, “so how do I cope with a daughter who has won such a prestigious scholarship?”

“You don’t Denice, you just go with the flow,” Emma Carlton replied. “I suspect I had every question that’s currently racing round your brain at this time last year, and as it turned out they were all the wrong questions.”

“Oh in what way?”

“I wondered how Anna would fit in with the others, when the question became how the hell are they fitting in with my daughter.”

“Eh?” Denice tilted her head.

“Anna quickly became one of the strong personalities in her class. The fact that she’s a math prodigy caused her to evoke a certain awe, and she soon just became one of the schools stars.”

“Very much so.” Barbara smiled. “In a way she and Jeans confronted similar problems, but they both very quickly found a niche for themselves.”

“And just look at her with the gang,” Diana laughed, “she’s already falling in with some people.”

“Mom can I go swimming with everyone on Wednesday?” Erica came over and asked.

“I’ll pick her up and bring her home.” Abigail vouchsafed.

“I guess that’s alright.” Denice looked a trifle unsure.

“Swimming with the girls, I think she’s going to fit right in.” Caroline laughed lightly.

“Looks like it,” Denice said with a smile.

3 pm
St Angela’s


“Well I’ve run into a familiar problem straight away.” Sarah sighed as she sat next to Grace in the teachers lounge.

“Let me guess…Chaucer?”

“Got it in one.”

“We have had this discussion before…”

“It’s still the same issue, should the girls read Chaucer in Middle English, or in translation?”

“It’s Kate’s department really, not mine.” Grace smiled as Mrs. Hardisty sat down with them.

“Passing the buck already Grace?” Kate smiled. “But I did overhear Sarah, and yes it is a problem.”

“And the solution is?”

“I think you ask them to do it in Middle English…we are here to stretch and extend the girls minds, and I’ve always thought Chaucer in translation was a cop out personally.”

“Oh well then.” Sarah looked visibly pleased, “Middle English it is.”

“Good – now, have you considered Macbeth in the original Klingon?”

“She’s joking,” Grace said as she saw the look on Sarah’s face, “aren’t you?”

“Guess,” Kate said as she got up and walked off.

“Y’know, I think I’m going to like this place,” Sarah said with a smile.


In the mixing studio, Harriet looked round, and then picked up a clarinet, launching into Stranger on the Shore as she closed her eyes.

“Acker Bilk?  I applaud you.”

“Oh sorry,” she said as she opened her eyes and saw Wilhelmina there, “just checking the acoustics in here.”

“No problem – I just wanted to ask if you had received everything you need.”

“Yes, thank you,” Harriet said as she put the clarinet back in the case, “now I just need to double check the lesson plans.”

“One thing – Jeannie Brewster is in your sophomore chemistry class.  Will that pose a problem?”

“Not really – there’s an adjustable bench in the room, so I’ll assign her to that and make sure people work around her, not above her.  It’s not the first time I’ve taught her – but the first time she can actually take part properly.”
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Writer of "detective magazine" fiction which I publish with other works at www.kppresents.com. The text boxes you see here contain extracts from some of my stories. Click on the link and look for the category mentioned in the description for the full text. For quick updates to my site, try my blog at kppresents.blogspot.com/

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Two comments today.  First off, you are one darn prolific writer.  You are literally posting material here faster than I can read it.  Wow.

Second, do you by any chance maintain some sort of index or outline of your stories, in particular which ones go together and in which order?  I am one of those AR types that have to read things in order, from the beginning and just trying to figure out where to start is giving me headaches.  :)

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Well thanks.

Now indices - hmmmm

Some of the stories are definitely following a sequence - and on my site at www.kppresents,com the likes of The Pussycat Bang, The Cat, Madame X, Heidi and others are in a reasonable order.  Other stories - easier if you ask me which ones...
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Thanks for the Invasions fave, good sir!... :D
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I hope you like your llama badge, I can't believe I haven't given you one yet!
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hi, I read through all the stories on your site featuring an Indian family. They're all great ! I'd like you to read through some of my stories on TOTV, if you like any of them, I have some story ideas I can put in writing for your site. www.talesoftheveils.info/autho…
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Hi - i had a look.  Write to me at mistertallandmistersmall@yahoo.co.uk
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And thanks for the new Invasions fave, too!... :D
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