A woman entered the room carrying a plate of cookies. She set it down onthe table next to Dominic's armchair. The woman looked familiar, but atthe sam... time she looked like a stranger. She had a face that Dominicrecognized, but not one he had ever met. He noticed that the both ofthem had similar appearances; they both had dark hair, although hers waslong and curly. They also both wore similar colored outfits, but whileDominic was wearing a turquoise button-down shirt with khaki pants andblack. I slid my hand inside her trouser and could feel her trimmed pussy which was wet.After some time she whispered in my ear to stop for now as other my notice and to continue it in her native place in Itahari. So we separated and slept. I woke in the morning and it all felt like dream. We smiled looking towards each other and exchange our number and she told me she would contact me as the situation favors.After 2 days she called me and said that she will be alone in the day time as all will be. Mrs Robertson brightened as it dawned on her why I was there.“So she – sent you instead?”I smiled, deciding to act innocent.“Actually, I came to see if you needed any jobs doing. For bob-a-job week. Or maybe you’d like some cookies?”I held out the Tupperware box. She looked down, confused, then back at me. She looked round the lane again and beckoned me inside. I followed her down the hall to the lounge, my eyes on her tight ass, where she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, her robe falling. She sat back in her seat and smiled, knowing she had succeeded.Somewhere deep within her she could feel the presence of Henry Jekyll,but it was a weak and feeble thing. He was a part of her that would soonfade away for good, unmissed and unmourned. If he had imagined a betterfate then more fool him.She had asked the cabbie to take her to Aldgate because from there it wasbut a short walk to Whitechapel. When she got home she could claim tohave spent the evening at the theatre, taking in a play.