” The footman turned the note over to George, who brought it with the tea to Lord James’s dressing room. Milord came in soon after. He saw the let...er and opened it after a half cup of tea.“Clothes worthy of a visit, George, and then a cloak to protect me from the cold. Could you send for the coachman? No the stables. Lady Lenora and I will be needing saddled horses very soon.”“And breakfast Milord?”“That will probably have to wait.”James took the letter down the hall to Lenora’s room. Roseanne. I sat the other night watching the movie 'Blue Lagoon', with my husband, daughter, and my brother and his wife, Pia.On occasions I would look across at my brother, as some of the scenes were reminiscent of our growing up, not feelings of embarrassment, they were more longing, you see, my older brother was my lover, and it was he who took my virginity, and a dark side of me only he knew.I love sex, but even more I love dangerous sex, the forbidden, the taboo, kind, in fact it was I who had. My Nan asked me if I thought all women looked like her with boobs like hers and how would I feel about a woman if her breasts were quite different. I was unsure how to answer, as unknown to my Nan, I had already seen a few pairs of women’s breasts and knew they were different and compared to those, this actresses breasts were my least favourite kind. I admitted I knew that all women’s breasts were different and it was in reality the woman herself that was important and not her body. My Nan was. .I was imagining Judy. We moved a year later to an area in Southern California that was, by coincidence, close to Judy and Bill. I saw Judy at least twice a week after that for one reason or another. She became an obsession. I would find myself savoring her perfume as she passed close by, trying to catch glimpses of as much of her as I could any time I could. I would often go into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and take her bra or panties out of the hamper and spend the next half hour or so.