"Enter" she called. He took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was dim, shades drawn and lights off so that the only light came sifting thru ...he dark curtains. There She stood, looking at him with some unreadable emotion. He didn't know if She was pleased, disappointed, or indifferent. She continued to stare at him with Her chocolate brown eyes, rimmed lightly in black. Her dark hair a mass of waves framing Her face, caressing Her cheeks. She wasn't dressed the way he had expected, all. I just want to have food and drink and be able to move my arms and legs a little. Please!" Sorry, Francine. It's more than my job's worth. You must just be brave and strong. Nothing will make The Lady Fortescue relent. Nothing." I wonder what it was I did on Earth to offend her? I'd do anything to make amends. I'm a fair minded person, Frederica. I never hurt anyone knowingly. I like to have my own way, of course, but I'm much cleverer than most and a natural organiser. But I never try to be. Miss Scarlet was obviously unaware that her outfit was one of my own creations. My mother, a seamstress, had been making costumes for the theatre since I was small and I’d become her assistant. I was highly skilled and my imaginative creativity had recently been let loose on my own designs. I’d crafted Miss Scarlet’s costume especially for her. It thrilled me that she liked it. I admired my own workmanship as I undid the fastenings. The tight-fitting, velvet tunic hugged Miss Scarlet’s body in. “But Ialso wonder what did on this beautiful past weekend?” “I went to Atlantic City with a friend” Robin spokeup, still caressing her hem line. “I had a marveloustime. In fact, we had a great time on the way there.”Robin slid her hand further beneath her skirt and lether fingers slide along the inside of her thigh.Stephenn watched her hand as it brought more of theskirt up, until it was bunched just below the crotch ofher panties. “Should I tell you.