A mahogany bar counter ran lengthwise on one side. There were about 15 wood and metal barstools in front of it, all occupied by a variety of creatures... and a large wall unit, all glass and mirrors behind it, filled with every kind of liquor I could ever want. I moved toward the barman, a large friendly looking bloke with a white Anthrocon 2011 T-shirt proclaiming “A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream” in bold, dark blue letters. “What will it be, pretty fox?” he asked. “Make it a double whiskey. Cutty. Celia had never been good at getting up in the morning in all their six years, but that week she had been ready for him every day. She had seen to Bethan and probably Evan each night, leaving him undisturbed. Then a further thought struck him: she had not had an evening off. He wondered if she was going to leave for the weekend, and he felt unhappy: he did not want her to go.That evening, over dinner, he broached the subject.“Celia,” he said, “You haven’t taken any time off this week.”“Not this. She had been to Lady Norton’s salon a few times since her arrival in London where her former employer had greeted her with open arms. Through this contact, Mirabel knew of Miss Wilson’s fashion house, since Lady Norton’s widowed daughter was a partner in that enterprise.Once breakfast was finished, Mirabel, Angela, Florence and Melinda Curry fairly rushed downstairs and into the waiting coach. Thomas and Elias were left behind whilst Teresa was due for a lesson with the tutor Angela had. I had put my head down while trying to peek over the computer screen to see her move into place. She did not make eye contact and was in no way flustered by what just happened. I tried to get my mind back on business but my cock ached and I could not help sneaking a peek her way from time to time.Realizing that my mind had been on lunch I checked my desk clock and at that point I must have gasped as I noticed that the little round clock lined up perfectly with Stacey’s crossed legs clearly.