Michael and Charlotte are both watching me, laughter in his eyes, joy in hers.

“That was intense….” I say.

Michael slaps me a high-five. “Let’s share a glass,” he says.

“Excellent idea.”

He vanishes off to the kitchen while I release my emerald-eyed beauty. She perches on the edge of the bed, still breathing a little quickly. I kiss her and wipe her face clean with a towel. “You look beautiful.”

The click of the door and the clink of glass. Michael enters with a tray bearing three flutes and a bottle of cava, dewy with chill.

Yes, this is a celebration….

The wine bubbles and froths as he pours. “A toast I think,” he says.

He pauses for a moment then raises his glass. “To my future Wife, and my Best Man.”

What better toast?

I raise my own glass. “To my Best Friend and my Wife-de-Facto.”

And my Jade clinks her glass against ours. “To my Master and my Husband-To-Be.”

*****

Two Years Ago

“Are you ready, Charlotte?”

to do, a young woman, twenty-two years old, red-haired, green-eyed, scans the auditorium. Demurely dressed in blouse and skirt, the leather collar at her

is full, men of all ages, races, colours; perhaps two hundred or so. They have only

They are rich….

and they want to fuck a

resists the rising

One week….

only for

keep her nerve, if does this right, she

“Charlotte, they’re waiting.”

deep breath, Jenny

Charlotte steps

*****

Klempner

thin hard mattress, a steel lavatory and basin, a small locker with no lock. The door

free

on the bed, a book, well foxed, lying open on his lap; The Count

inside. “Just doing my

“Of course, Mr Sutcliffe.”

the corridor then back in again. His

there is. You can pass a message to Baxter for me. Those visitors I had. I'd

“Just an eye, sir?”

“Just an eye, yes.”

message along.” There is the click of footsteps down the corridor and his tone changes,

sound of turning keys echoes

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