" I shook both men's hands. Ochre looked to be in his early twenties and Gang looked to be a few years older.The two men were like peas in a pod and w...re the spitting image of Trunk. The Trunk I'd first met three years ago. Short and scrawny, just like Trunk had been.Those observations got put on hold for a moment, there was one more Gurmot to introduce."And this is my twin sister Fell."In those stories we read, back at the Academy, the histories dressed up as literature, a meeting like this. Liz peered from behind a rack of blouses and smiled. “Happy Birthday,” she said. Liz looked fabulous, serious but still sexy in a pale blue shirt that hugged her breasts and a short skirt above a pair of long tanned legs. I licked my lips, wondering what my sur- prise would entail. Liz pulled a key from her pocket and twisting it in a wall panel, caused the gate to rise. “Come on,” said Liz, leading me at once to the back of the store. “My surprise?” I. It’s nothing.”She had a slightly prominent, sharp nose and her skin was very pale where it wasn’t pink from exercise. Small breasts made their points through the stretchy black vest and her chest glistened with that sweat I had daydreamed about.The most striking thing, though, was she was very muscular. Biceps like avocados, neck muscles that were unnecessarily pronounced. I tried to stop myself looking at her crotch, but she was absorbed in her potential injuries, so I had a second to check. You go and do your thing and I'll let you know when I'm finished." OK, Sharon!"Richard was appalled. It was like Sharon was looking on things as part of her job, an extension of her cleaning: a duty that possibly she owed to Rachel. He had to do something about it but wasn't at all sure what. Sharon was so bossy!He quietly got on with some work, made and drank a cup of coffee on his own mid-morning and got no further with deciding how to handle Sharon.At midday Sharon actually knocked on his.