"Hello? Yes.. security,send a couple of men down to reception, I'd suggest they hurry. Who am I?Mistress Thorne.. yes, good."Mistress presses the phon... then punches in another set of numbers, whilstthe receptionist looks on with her mouth wide open. I'm sure drool isstarting to escape from it, but the penny finally seems to be dropping."Kasporwitz? And no you are not 'Miss Kasporwitz' to me, or indeed anyoneanymore. Ah yes.. you do know who I am, excellent. It's a real shame yourdimwit of a. ” Mary walked silently to the window and she posed in the moonlight. Mary's hands squeezed her breasts for a moment and then reached behind to the bra snaps. "I'll get that for you, Baby.” "No, I can. I have something else for you to do tonight.” Mary removed her bra and threw it toward John. A quarter turn brought her directly facing her husband, hands on hips, thumbs hooked in the elastic of her panties. Mary was good at posing, her legs spread, it seemed as though the panties should. ” “Oh, you live nearby. You said you just moved in, isn’t that right?” “Yes, a few days ago,” he said, sounding almost as awkward as she was feeling. “So what would you like, coffee or a glass of wine?” “I should probably have coffee, but I think I would like a glass of Chablis. I haven’t had one in a long time.” Maybe that will relax me. What am I doing? “Chablis it will be. I will have a glass also.” He looked up to see if the waiter was nearby then turned back to her. “So, you said. " She was reliving the recent past. "Now he's got to tell his other two kids that their mother isn't coming home with a new baby - she isn't coming home at all." She looked at me, her eyes wide, tortured. Then they blinked closed, and she sighed, her shoulders sagging. "They tried - Oh! They tried." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Six hours! At first they were trying to save the baby. Then she died, and they realised that the woman was dying." She was looking at me again, asking for.