”“We’ll make the best of it, Mums. Lizzy and I will be fine sharing.”I felt distinctly uncomfortable but Camilla, typical of the decent aristo...racy, was at pains to make me feel better.“Nothing wrong with girls who like girls, Lizzy. I may not be of your persuasion but I’ve known Portia is for years. Metcalfe doesn’t live in so nobody will be any the wiser, she goes home once she’s served dinner. Just make yourselves at home.”We chatted for a while and then she suggested we take our bags up to. One in particular took Anna’s fancy, the annual Halloween ball. Costumes had to be worn and there was a prize for the best costume. Anna loved dressing up and I loved seeing her dressed up. We had been to several fancy dress parties but never on Halloween and never with fellow swingers. We decided to book tickets telling Susan and John we looked forward to seeing them again. We arrived earlier in the day and the hotel had been kitted out with all things Halloween and it really did look good.. Laura stares at the image in the mirror. A shadow of her former self. A mannequin of her former self. No matter how hard she tries she cannot move or speak. She is at the mercy of everyone now. Somewhere deep inside her though, she doesn't want to move. She realizes that now she is beautiful, and she will be forever. Her beauty will never fade. Her beauty will outlive everyone else's. People will look at her and they will want to be like her. She longs to be dressed and displayed. She wants it.. I nod and smile at the older man at the desk and follow the bellman up to my room. Thankfully, he doesn’t make conversation. I want to lay down on a soft bed, naked, and relax. The flight was brutal. The anticipation of getting here had been maddening. Frankly, I’d worked even harder than usual in November to feel like I deserved the month of December to myself. But first, the package. Bags on the bed, a tip discreetly given, and finally, I’m alone. Curiosity gets the better of me. I rip open.