Would she be an armored knight? A damsel in distress? The queen who bestows her favors on the knight?I nearly stopped laughing when she kicked me ligh...ly where I lay helpless on the floor. But wiping the tears from my eyes just allowed me to see her in her regalia again, and started another round.She allowed me to calm myself, grinning the while. Her efforts had had the desired effect and she was justifiably proud of the results. "You like?" she asked.I worked back to my knees and bowed. Still no messages from Diane. This was strange as, although Diane was always busy she always sent Melanie messages throughout the day. Just the usual kind of messages asking her what she was doing and also messages about what Melanie would be made to do in the bedroom that evening. The train pulled into the station on time and Melanie let the crowd clear before making her way off the train, walking down the platform and through the barriers. She checked her watch – 1:35pm. Melanie Pearson. ”I hung up the phone and left it for a day before contacting Ellen. I didn't give details only told her to wear something incredible and be ready for 8 o’clock Saturday. Called my Uncle back after she agreed and waited for the day to arrive…Saturday arrived and the Limo collected me first, then we drove to Ellen’s place. I stepped out of the Limo and knocked on the door, Ellen answered and wow, she’s wearing a red leather, zip up bodice and really tight leather trousers to match, you could see. I ran to Wendy's room and turned on the camera. "We've a peeping tom. They're at number 5, can you deal with them?" I felt stupid just talking to the camera, but was relieved when I was answered by a car horn.I returned to the bathroom and closed the curtains tightly, taking a quick glance out of the window. I saw a young woman walking to the house opposite, a radio in her hands. Tania stayed beside the window, still scared."It's alright Tania; now carry on with your shower." I said gently.