In the blackness we kissed, and I could feel the weight of him, his bare powerful chest. I reached around his back and whimpered like a kitten. I coul... not believe how I felt. I could sense the flicks of light in his eyes, feel his breath on me, his grunts and for how powerful his body, how gentle his touch. As we spooned I could feel my nightie ride higher, up my thighs, and I honestly did not care. When it had risen above my hips, I was waiting for him to explore my body some more.Would he be. I made sure everything was on the hard drive and then I put the disc back in the camera and took it out and put it on the seat of Mavis's car. I had just come in the house when the phone rang and apparently Mavis picked up the upstairs phone just as I picked up the phone in the kitchen and I heard Kim tell Mavis in a panicked voice:"I just got back from the store and Carrie told me Dave had come by and picked up your car and the camera."I heard Mavis say; "Oh shit! I'd better go" and I heard. A dozen oysters on ice in the ‘frig (his favourite starter), succulent veal strips with a little fragrant basmati rice for her to rapidly yet tenderly cook in a cream sauce as he finished his oysters and sipped his Muscadet wine. Afterwards, a crème Brûlé, Armagnac , coffee. And then, bed. Or hanging from the ceiling if he wanted her like that !! All preparations made, she showered, sparingly used her favourite L’Air du Temps talc and cologne (and just a little touch in her pubic hair – and. Let alone…..” No he could not even bring himself to think of what horrors lay between her legs. “Is this McPhearson’s idiot son, Grey” As he rubbed his hands together the cream made a slurping sound that only served to turn Sharpe an deeper, even more excruciating further shade of red. Nurse Grey took his hands and placed them on Lady Charlotte’s breasts and as he rubbed in the cream, her nipple stood even more erect. Sharpe instinctively flicked it with his thumb them twisted the other.