‘I want you to meet someone,’ he said, nodding a greeting at several people as if he were a visiting monarch. Allowing Jean to lead him along, Aid...n found himself glancing around the people gathered to celebrate Jean-Philippe’s success. He didn’t know any of Jean’s friends and he didn’t expect to find a friendly face…save one: Rainey’s. Since Saturday, he’d wondered if she would actually go through with attending the party but his question had been answered when he’d talked to Karen on Tuesday. Schubert, Duet Fantasy in F. Just two hands on the keyboard as I highlight the red of Mademoiselle Brianna’s hair, but soon a third hand reaches in, then the fourth. Sometimes discordant, nonetheless, the Melody plays off her twin’s flesh with her subtlety. Matched in body shape and position, one races up the scale as the other descends. While both are fixed on the same object of their affection. A hand strays from one to the other. A leg touches at the crescendo. Fiery red highlights on one. I opened the back door and threw my case on the floor, then got in front.Wanda had a plate covered in tin foil on her lap. She handed it to me after I'd snapped the seat belt closed.I lifted a corner of the foil and recalled the smell the first time Wanda cooked for all of us. Jack and Mary called it an "Aunt Debbie smell." The smell wafting up from the plate was completely different, reminding me how hungry I was. I removed the rest of the foil and brought the plate up to my face, inhaling. Thank you, Mum!”“Thwack!”“Twelve. Thank you, Mum!”Gabby paused and leaned closer to her sister’s exposed bottom. She ran her left hand gently over the neat set of red lines that had started to appear across Joanne’s fleshy buttocks. The seventeen-year-old touched every inch of the scorching hot bottom, listening to her sister breathing heavily. Gabrielle looked across at Rebecca, who was biting her fingernails and looking uncomfortable, before resuming her position at her sister’s left-hand.