.." As are you," Isabelle responded, sounding vaguely amused.Since Isabelle wasn't very good at answering my questions even here, Ididn't bother askin... her any more just yet. Instead I looked around.There was a dream just a short distance away from me, and when I held myhand up in front of it, I somehow KNEW that it belonged to AuntCassandra. However I was careful not to touch it since I didn't want togo inside of her dream like the last time.I wandered around from dream to dream, trying to. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.As if with a mind of their own, her feet steered her to the front door, her arms belied her worries and. She wriggled against him responsively, giving herself over to pleasure. ‘Would you like for me to take that off?’ she asked, blushing unseen at her own boldness. ‘Let me, please?’ She moved his hands up to the buttons at the neckline. He took his time, easing each button out, his fingers grazing the skin he was exposing. She shuddered as he touched the swell of her breasts, it had been so very long since she had been touched that way, and maybe never so tenderly. Easing the shirt off her. Do like living in Leicester Philip? It must seem humdrum after Hong Kong.’ ‘Humdrum? Never! I love every inch of the place. It was the happiest day of my life when I came back to live here again. I lived in Highfields until I was twelve when we moved to Ashby. I’ve nothing against Ashby, but it was the hardest thing I ever had to do to leave all my friends behind, and change schools and home all at once. Ashby Grammar was small and shabby compared to Alderman Newton and the teaching was none.