’ As he passed, Heather took the delicate teacup from the tray and sipped the steaming hot tea. He put the tray down. ‘Cook prepared your favo-rit..., Miss Heather. Apple turnovers and oatmeal with cream.’ Heather laughed. ‘I do love oatmeal with cream –even more than one kind of cream, James.’ She gave him a seductive look. The fifty-year-old butler blushed slightly. ‘Why, what do you mean, Miss Heather?’ The nineteen-year-old lady of the manor moved close to him. ‘I think you know, James. Don’t. She turned and walked back to her corner, while I staggered back to mine. I should have quit right then and there. I was way out of my league, but my male pride would not let me quit: I was not getting beat by this woman.Round 4 was going to be the last, we both knew it, even though I couldn't admit it to myself. She didn't even put in her mouth piece. She calmly walked to the center of the ring and began to throw light jabs to my face, hitting me at will. She blocked my feeble attempts at. My skirt is way too short and tight and the side-split exposes my stocking tops. Yes I've got the look I really like, sophisticated but slutty!I saunter into the lounge, my heels clicking on the tiles and my nylons swishing as my thighs rub together under my skirt. I take another look at the ornate clock on the mantle and note that it is now nine fifteen. I take some time to just stand there enjoy the pleasure of being Michele. The soft caress of my hair on my face, the feel of my satin and. Linda thought back over the string of losers she had been with, and the kind of lowlifes they had been. They had been selfish, insensitive and cruel. None of them had cared about her and, until recently, had only viewed her daughters as an irritant. She had noticed the looks her daughters had received from her last 'boyfriend' and his friends. She had dutifully laughed at some of their crude jokes when her daughters were around. She had tried to ignore the tickle games he had played with Hanna..