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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
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Chapter 14

Felix did indeed call the following morning. Lauren had forgotten 
and must have sounded particularly dense when she answered the 
phone. They exchanged pleasantries before she invited him for 
twelve thirty. He reminded her that he knew the place and would be 
on time. And, yes, he did eat everything. Emma was more excited 
than Lauren, fussing around the house looking for a tablecloth for 
the kitchen and serviettes that were hidden deep in the spare room. 
It was only later, just before lunch, that Lauren realised that Emma 
had probably never prepared for a visit of a boy to her house and 
that this was therefore a very special occasion.

Lauren made a conscious decision that there would be no two 
minute romance and then bed with this young man. He was a 
respectable boy according to Emma - well, from a decent family 
anyway - and she had a responsibility to behave properly in front of 
the children. Memories of the previous twenty-four hours soon 
brought that train of thought to a shuddering halt.

He rang the doorbell at just after twelve thirty and Emma 
scampered along the hallway to open the door. She beamed at him 
as she guided him through to the kitchen.

"Here's a bottle of the local wine. Have you tried it?" he asked, 
handing the bag to Lauren.

"No, I don't think so. Is it safe?" she asked, looking past his hands 
to his T-Shirt. He was much cleaner than when they had met. His 
hair had been plastered down over his head, and the rings around 
his eyes had been washed away. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six 
thought Lauren. Her gaze returned to his eyes. They shone, clear 
and alert, happy and bright as he smiled at her. No lust, just 
pleasure in talking. She motioned to a chair and he sat. His eyes 
followed her.

"Yeah, it's fine. The white is better than the red."

"Like Lasagna?"

"Las-what?"

"Lasagna. Pasta and meat in layers with cheese. Salad, white wine. 
Maybe ice cream to follow if we can find it." said Lauren, returning 
his smile. "Italian, you know"

Jamie joined them for lunch, reminiscing with Felix over their 
previous meeting. Lauren watched closely how they talked, part of 
the interview process even if she was not conscious of it herself. 
Emma watched everyone, pleased to be present at such an 
important lunch. They left the dishes and took their ice cream 
through to the lounge to watch the news. Lauren and Felix sat next 
to each other (Lauren's choice) while Emma sat on the floor. Jamie 
had other things to do in his bedroom.

Emma's interest in the news and proceedings waned considerably 
after only a few minutes, and she wandered off to leave them to 
talk. Lauren was pleased to learn of his concern about the problems 
in the north, and shared his views on many of the news items. He 
had come to San Falino almost five years ago with his father. His 
mother had died when he was about seven, and he had been 
brought up by his aunt and a number of au pairs and housekeepers. 

Body language even to the uninitiated would have suggested 
harmony and pleasure, but nothing else. Lauren was pleased with 
herself in that she could hold a reasonably sensible conversation 
about San Falino, and more to the point, she didn't feel like ripping 
his clothes off or ramming her hand down his trousers. She 
regarded him as a stable boy who she would be happy to have as a 
friend. His eyes attracted beyond measure, but he was far from 
sexy, and his straw coloured hair was rough and almost middle 
aged. He stood a little taller than Lauren, and as he turned at the 
door, she was happy to offer him her cheek for a friendly peck 
good-bye. She waved as he drove off towards town. 

Emma shot out of her room. "Well?"

"He's a very nice, sensible young man" said Lauren, smiling at her 
curiosity. Had she really been like this at her age? What on earth 
goes on inside that little head? Wouldn't it be simpler if people were 
born knowing the answers to some questions. It would save so 
much confusion and explanation.

"I think he's gorgeous" said Emma.

"He's not gorgeous. He's dependable and bright."

"He's got lovely eyes"

"Yes, he has." said Lauren, staring back up the driveway. "You're 
right." 

They spent the afternoon reading, snoozing, eating and preparing 
for bed and the return of Gustav and Elizabeth.. 

Chapter 15

Lauren realised two things when she woke the following morning. 
Firstly that Emma hadn't had her medicine the night before and that 
she had made love to her brother while using the ointment inside 
her. Neither of the thoughts cheered her up, but she determined that 
after Elizabeth and Gustav departed she would make sure that 
Emma had another dose of the slimy stuff to get her back on the 
road to recovery. She swung out of bed and showered in her 
bathroom. It was before eight o'clock, which surprised her given 
her late night. The news TV had more unintelligible reports of 
trouble in the north, and with the elections approaching, more and 
more analysis of the state of the parties.

She dressed in her usual bikini bottoms and, forsaking a bra, slipped 
a T-Shirt over her head. She found Elizabeth and Gustav in the 
kitchen, drinking coffee and discussing the house.

"Hey, thanks for getting all that food." said Gustav, his eyes taking 
in the tautness of her T-Shirt. "It must have taken quite a time" 

"Most of the morning. But that's OK, it's good to get out." said 
Lauren, making more coffee and tidying up the sink.

"Lauren, we don't want to alarm you, but we were just saying that 
the situation in the north is very ugly. I think, although Elizabeth 
doesn't wholly agree, that whatever the outcome of the election, 
there's going to be a general strike across the country. Did you hear 
about the devaluation yesterday?"

"No, what, they devalued the Peso?"

"Yeah, but it seems that half the government knew about it and sold 
for dollars last week, making a fortune. On top of that, the 
government has decided to reduce the subsidies it gives to farmers."

"If anything happens, then just stay in the house. Keep the doors 
locked and stay by the phone."

"Do you think it will come to that?" asked Lauren, looking at them 
both.

"I don't know, but we just want you to know what's really going 
on. Not what's on the news. There's no need for Emma and Jamie 
to know yet, although they listen to the news just like anyone else." 
said Elizabeth.

"Anyway, we must be off. I'll be back in about four days, 
hopefully." said Gustav.

"And I'll be gone for a week, so I'll call you later in the week." said 
Elizabeth, kissing her head. "Look after yourself, and thanks for 
being here. We'd be lost without you!"

Lauren watched them go and decided that since she was awake, 
she'd make a cup of coffee for Emma and wake her up as well. She 
knocked on her door and peered in. Emma was asleep, facing the 
window away from Lauren. She crept in and closed the door. 
Emma looked so peaceful in bed. Putting the coffee by her bed, she 
made her way to the curtains and opened them slightly, causing 
Emma to stir and turn over. Lauren sat on the edge of the bed, 
touched her cheek and watched her stir. She was suprised to realise 
that the T-Shirt that she normally wore to bed was lying in a heap 
on the floor. Emma smiled and opened one eye, squinting at her 
against the bright daylight.

"What time is it?" she said, stretching above her.

"About nine. Your mum and dad have just left. Time to get up. And 
I remembered that you didn't have your ointment last night."

"Can't we do it now and get it out of the way, then we could go 
shopping!" 

"Yeah, but somewhere else, you'll get the bed all messy."

"No I won't. Anyway, today is 'sheet change day'. It won't matter." 
said Emma, almost keen for her medication. Lauren allowed herself 
to be convinced and slipped out to her own room and got what she 
needed. On her way past her sofa she paused, thought briefly and 
put the ointment and other bits down on the cushions. Quickly, she 
pulled her bikini bottoms down and let them drop to the floor. 
Checking the her T-Shirt covered most of her thighs, she gathered 
up the things on the sofa and walked back to the little girl waiting 
across the corridor.

She sat down with her legs together on the side of the bed again 
and waited while Emma drank her coffee. She slurped noisily and 
dropped back against her pillow, looking up at Lauren through 
dreamy, half-open eyes. Her hand dropped onto Lauren's thigh. 

"I'm sorry you have to do this for me" she said.

She knew that being an au pair was going to give her a heart attack. 
Her senses tuned in and focused their attention on the tiny hand that 
gently rested above her knee. She was sure that Emma had no idea 
she had taken her knickers off, but nevertheless, she knew she 
needed to keep the mornings activities strictly medicinal. Lauren 
almost laughed as she recalled what they had done less than twelve 
hours earlier in the lounge. Her mind once again tried to reconcile 
the event as pure education, but failed.

"That's OK. It's better than having to go to the doctor's every day, 
isn't it?" The hand moved away as casually at it had arrived. An 
innocent early morning greeting. Except that her pussy had very 
different ideas. She placed the ointment on the bedside table along 
with the flannel and leaned her head to one side, a smile on her lips.

"Ready?"

"Sure" said Emma, pushing the covers down. Her little breasts 
looked so delicate, so young and pure. The sheets were about half 
way down her stomach and Emma indicated that the rest was up to 
Lauren. She stood and took hold of the top of the covers.

"Lori?" 

Lauren looked up. This morning's bombshell warning had just 
sounded. "Mmm?" She pulled the sheets down, past her navel, 
revealing her tanned stomach and the tiny white briefs that covered 
her pussy. "Can you take your knickers off for me?" asked Lauren 
quickly.

Emma pouted like a young child as she raised her bottom off the 
bed. She looked at Lauren and made no effort to take her knickers 
down. Deciding that now was not the time for an argument, Lauren 
pulled her knickers down to her knees, feeling another cocktail of 
drugs surge through her body as Emma's hairless pussy lips came 
into view. Lauren could see that there was a definite swelling and 
the feint aroma of her sex drifted up as Lauren breathed in as deeply 
as she could. She turned to Emma to ask her to help a little more 
and saw that her eyes were closed, a look of rapture on her face as 
she exhaled. Emma moved briefly onto her side and slipped the 
knickers off the remaining way, letting them fall off the bed.

"Lori....yesterday...." She paused, not waiting for effect, just trying 
to find the way of saying it that conveyed the message she wanted. 
Lauren turned to her, waiting. Emma opened her eyes and studied 
her face, examining the shape of her breasts, then down past the 
end of her T-Shirt. Lauren felt another surge inside as she realised 
that Emma might see she had removed her knickers. They smiled at 
each other, the unspoken exchange signifying that it was safe to 
progress, they were friends. "Yesterday, did you want to do it with 
Jamie?"

"Emma, of course not! I told you, it was for your education. And 
because you kept pestering me!" Lauren thought that she should 
have rehearsed this. It was obviously going to be discussed and an 
excuse that losing your virginity to your brother helps you get 
better grades wasn't one of her best.

Emma turned onto her side and leaned on her elbow. Lauren sat 
down again on the bed next to her, feeling her leg touching the 
bottom of her T-Shirt. She knew that she was so wet and the 
slightest touch from the young girl would have sent her streaking 
towards gratification. 

"But, don't you feel like you need to come, just like I did? Last 
night I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking how you made me 
feel, and then how you helped Jamie. It just seemed unfair! And 
every time I thought about it, I got my warm feeling coming back 
again."

"Emma, that's OK. It's very good that you think that way about 
people, honestly. But it won't happen again, don't forget. " Lauren 
looked around her room, checking the ointment and gloves, 
focusing on anything but Emma's eyes. "It's not the sort of thing 
that you can tell people about, now is it?" said Lauren, putting her 
hand on her bottom. "Come on, let's get this done, then we can 
have breakfast."

Emma rolled onto her back and parted her legs a little, obviously 
still thinking about Lauren's words. Lauren fetched a towel from 
Emma's bathroom, lifting her bottom slightly as she spread it out 
underneath her. Emma's silky labia had parted generously to reveal 
the beginnings of the inner folds of her lips. The most delicate of 
folds glinted with inner moisture. 

Lauren forced her gaze away from wondrous sight between her 
young tanned legs and concentrated on the task. The gloves seemed 
a little awkward to get over her fingers, possibly because her hands 
were hot and slightly sweaty.

"But, if you feel like I did, and you don't have a boyfriend, then, 
what do you do?" asked Emma, watching the thin latex gloves.

"Emma, you're very young to be asking these sort of questions. 
Now let's get on with this, shall we?"

Unscrewing the top of the ointment, she scooped out a dollop of 
the jel and nodded at Emma. She waited for Emma to pull her legs 
back before spreading a generous amount over the entrance to her 
bottom.

"Lori, is it called 'mastibeating'?" asked Emma, eyes fluttering 
closed.

"Is it what?" she replied, her voice rising to a squeak.

"When you do it yourself. That's what Sabrina's sister said."

"Masturbating" said Lauren, swallowing noisily.

Emma closed her eyes again as Lauren introduced her index finger 
to the hole and pushed, easing herself inside the tight opening 
quickly in the hope of shutting her up.

"Oh!" groaned Emma, trembling slightly on the cool linen sheets.

 It was no easier than the day before and Lauren took it very 
slowly. She leaned forward, the sweet scent of her pussy meeting 
her, causing her to sway, happily intoxicated. She breathed deeply, 
her mind registering the sweetness and recalling distant memories, 
forgotten until now, of erotic encounters with Nikki that had left 
her breathless.

Lauren withdrew slowly, waiting agonizing moments as she 
watched the intense expression of pleasure drift across Emma's 
sleepy sweet face. Her finger finally left her bottom, returning to the 
jar for a final dose of the wonderful ointment. Never again would 
Lauren consider herbalist cures to be concoctions of the types 
found at dawn on the summer solstice, worshipping the sun, earth 
and their pagan gods. She pushed in firmly, twisting as she entered, 
pretending to coat the walls of her passageway as it rippled and 
gripped in pleasure. Emma lifted her bottom slightly off the bed, 
pushing against Lauren as the palm of her hand touched the cheek 
of her bottom. Slowly, she withdrew, resting her thumb on her 
pussy lips as though announcing the next area to be treated to her 
touch. Emma lay with her head buried deep into her pillow, the 
look of anguish gone as she luxuriated with the remnants of the 
feeling below. Lauren wiped her gently and decided to change 
gloves. She snapped them off and dropped them in a heap on the 
floor before pulling on another pair.

Lauren looked very closely at her pussy and saw that she was 
trembling, very slightly, as though it had suddenly turned cold. 
Lauren touched her inner thigh, just to announce her presence, and 
Emma opened her legs as wide as she could. Her supple thighs 
touched the sheets and Lauren was surprised she could maintain the 
position so comfortably with her feet together. Lauren decided that 
she wanted to join in a little more than last time, so she sat on the 
bed, facing Emma, and picked her feet up and put them on her lap 
so that she had to keep her legs open but it allowed Lauren greater 
access to her vagina. She pulled her T-Shirt down a little to cover 
herself before scooping out another helping of the ointment. With 
her left hand she gripped her feet and pulled them against her 
stomach. She placed the ointment at the wet opening to her vagina 
and pushed very gently, marveling how the lips gave way and the 
darkness of her young tunnel was revealed. Her clitoris stood out 
proudly, the hood now above allowing it to gleam in all its glory. 
Her gloved finger slipped in to her easily, although several attempts 
were necessary to ensure that all the ointment went inside rather 
than over her little girl pussy lips. Emma moved occasionally under 
her touch, pushing and pulling against both her hands as though 
trying to get maximum relief from the therapy.

She took a last measure of the jel and pushed it directly inside her in 
a smooth motion that brought Emma's hips off the bed. Lauren held 
her firmly, her middle finger inside her pussy while the palm of her 
hand pushed down on her clitoris. Lauren moved her hand around 
in a grinding motion, simulating what Emma had done herself the 
evening before. She felt the walls of her vagina contracting slightly, 
and knew that she was approaching orgasm. She wasn't going to 
pretend this time that she was just finishing off, or talk to her at all. 
She wanted to be quite sincere with Emma and give her the 
opportunity to experience her orgasm naturally without trying to be 
quiet. Emma's feet pushed hard into her stomach, her T-Shirt rising, 
uncovering her nakedness. Lauren pushed harder, twisting her hand 
so that she felt along the top of her hot tunnel as her thumb rubbed 
her hard clitoris. Emma bucked gently, her breathing keeping pace 
with the attention Lauren was giving to her clitoris as her thumb 
moved in lazy circles over the tiny pear of pleasure.

Lauren felt the grip increase on her finger as she explored, the tight 
teenage tunnel twitching as she felt her way inside. Slowly, she 
introduced a second finger, slipping it in against the contracting 
muscles. Emma could have no doubt now that this could be 
anything to do with the medicine and had everything to do with 
making sure she came at the hands of the girl who had helped her 
lose her virginity. Suddenly, Emma's feet slipped out of Lauren's 
hands and wrapped round her back, pulling her hand deeper into 
her pussy and gripping with an abnormal strength. She shrieked as 
her hips thrust off the bed. Lauren fought to keep her from hurting 
herself as she came violently, thrashing on the sticky sheets as 
Lauren lost control, her fingers coming out of the young girl. Emma 
looked at her, her face in agony, desperation etched across her 
sweat-streaked face. Lauren pushed her fingers back inside and 
rubbed her clitoris madly as Emma sank her nails into the top of her 
thighs, her legs pulling Lauren towards her with all her might.

The random squeezing of her vaginal walls slowed as Emma 
lowered her bottom back onto the bed and forced herself to breath. 
Lauren let her fingers slip out her naturally as Emma rolled onto her 
side towards Lauren. She pulled off the gloves and dropped them 
on the floor. The towel had been useful and would be fine after a 
quick wash. 

Lauren stood and pulled the covers up to Emma's chin, tucking her 
in. The noise of the curtains caused Emma to open her eyes. Lauren 
sat again on the edge of the bed and watched as she pushed the 
matted hair out of her face. They needed to discuss what they were 
going to do in the morning, and whether Jamie had any plans. 
Certainly their useless school teacher wasn't likely to materialise. 
Unless it was pay day. Lauren caressed her hair for a few quiet, 
gentle moments.

"I ought to go to the shops for another bikini, and a few more T-
shirts" said Lauren quietly.

"Oh, can you take me to see Cressida? She's my friend from the 
school party things, remember? It's not far!"

"Sure, just show me how to get there!"

 "Get a white bikini. That'll make you look more tanned, although 
it's coming on nicely!" said Emma, looking down at her thighs. Her 
hand drifted onto her leg, perfectly naturally, as though to 
congratulate her on her progress. Emma crawled down slightly 
further into her bed, her hand moving so dangerously close to the 
hot wet haven between Lauren's long legs. This wasn't what Lauren 
wanted. That was definite. There was no way that she could have 
Emma as a lover - it would mean certain discovery and death. New 
pressures forced her to consider which path she would take, her 
morality being severely tested by nothing more than the gentle, 
delicate touch of a hand on her thigh. Emma inched closer. Perhaps 
it was just Emma exploring. After all, she had been a virgin 
yesterday morning and she was such a curious young girl. Lauren 
recognised the tricks being played in her head. She held her hand.

"I'm starving. I'll cook some breakfast after I've had a shower." She 
groped on the floor for the towel and other paraphernalia and 
stumbled out of the room, embarrassed by her state of mind and 
lack of coordination. Her door slammed noisily behind her as she 
threw herself onto her bed. Laying on her stomach, she ground her 
pussy against the silky cover not caring if it became stained with her 
own sweet juice. Dissatisfied with the progress she was making, she 
dived into the bathroom and ran the bath, shaking as her pent up 
desires took control of her actions. She grabbed her hairbrush and 
knelt as the warm water splashed her legs. When it reached mid 
thigh she turned the taps off and soaped her anus. Throwing the 
soap into the water, she pushed the middle finger of her left hand 
into her muscular passageway. She held herself tight as she rested 
the brush against her hot slit, then mercilessly pushed it inside so 
fast that it hurt. She pumped wildly, the coordination between 
hands starting well but deteriorating as she closed her eyes and 
began to lose her balance. She slid down into the water, reinserted 
her finger into her pouting arse and leaned back, the water sloshing 
around her ears. 

She had no thoughts for potential headaches. Her sole purpose was 
to obtain release from the sickness that pervaded within her, that 
consumed her every thought and drove her to seek ways to abuse 
herself, to maximise the feeling that might satiate the idiotic 
demands inside. Demands on her that were ridiculous and so 
powerful that she knew she was hurting herself in the pursuit of her 
orgasm. To her utter delight, she felt it start. In fact, she realised 
that it had been conceived many minutes ago, it had just been 
lurking in some dark corner. The brush seemed to be possessed, 
doing someone's bidding but not hers. She saw it flashing in and out 
of her pussy, her lips trying desperately to cling to it but the 
lubrication available was so plentiful that nothing seemed to help. 
She jerked suddenly as a spasm burst through into her world. Water 
swirled over her mouth but she would rather drown than stop to let 
some out. She spat crudely and thrashed around blindly for the 
soap. 

Delightedly, she twirled the bar around in her left hand, threw it 
once again into the water, and forced her slippery finger back into 
her anus to seek out the depths of her body. She twisted her hand 
and used her thumb on her clitoris, the brush in between thrusting 
like a demonic piston. She convulsed, her head banging on the 
bottom of the bath. Water flooded into her mouth and she spat 
again. And then, at last, she knew she was to be rewarded. That 
elevator that took her to the heavens was on it's way with her on 
board, and she knew she was going to be carried higher and higher 
with every stroke of the brush, until, as her finger rubbed in lunatic 
circles around her clitoris, she came and the elevator crashed 
through the roof into the stratosphere, sky-rocketing her to oblivion 
and another world that only she could inhabit. She held her breath 
as she sunk below the water, her legs rising higher and higher 
before coming to rest on the side of the bath. The only sounds she 
could hear were the thumping of her heart and her groans as she 
expertly controlled her orgasm with the thumb and the finger buried 
in her bottom.

Slowly, she breathed out, raising her head for another breath. Her 
neck and stomach muscles strained as she rose up and pushed 
herself backwards, above the surface. Lauren relaxed slowly, 
shivering slightly in the water. She allowed her finger to slip out of 
her anus slowly, waiting for and rejoicing in the final half inch of 
intense pleasure. Natural forces inside her vagina expelled the 
hairbrush, the lips of her pussy reluctantly releasing their prisoner. 
The brush floated slowly to the end of the bath, its duty done, 
satisfaction delivered once again. She turned the hot tap on with her 
foot and brought her legs onto the side of the bath as it filled once 
again with warm water, waiting until the very last moment to turn it 
off before it scalded her bottom. She swished the water around and 
luxuriated in the heat, a sense of euphoria settling in, joining forces 
with a sleepy feeling that told her to cuddle something soft and 
warm and drift back to sleep. Perspiration trickled down the side of 
her face while she searched for the bar of soap. She knew she ought 
to wash, but closed her eyes and sank in the warm water, sensing 
the pleasure and glow building in her pussy and anus.

She took an inventory of her mental state and was pleased with 
how she felt. She was glad that she had resisted the urge to become 
further involved with Emma. Tomorrow she would tell her that she 
should do her medicine herself, thus putting the relationship on a 
more sensible footing. She washed herself slowly, dreaming of 
Switzerland once again, and wondering what people were doing. 
She realised that it must be evening, but had lost track of day of the 
week. 

Unconcerned, she stepped out of the bath and dried her long hair 
with a clean towel and brushed her teeth. She stood in front of the 
long mirror and posed, cupping her breasts as she stood face on and 
then in profile. Her tan was certainly coming on, but the white 
patch around her bottom was unsightly. She let go of her breasts 
and put her hands on her hips, dipping to one side. Very sexy, she 
thought. Well, she could be very sexy, sometimes. 

She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, looking at her 
pussy from between her legs. Her pussy was alive, pouting, with the 
inner lips clearly visible. She remembered doing the same thing 
once before in her mother's bedroom, posing like Miss World and 
practicing her acceptance speech. She had even told Nikki, who 
recommended a few phrases about helping children and living in 
peace. Nikki said they all said that. She smiled and put a foot on the 
edge of the bath. Her pussy was still very aroused and she felt the 
slipperiness of the lips. She hadn't washed herself but decided that 
could be done by having a quick swim. Finally, she sat on the floor 
and looked at her pussy in the mirror, parting the lips and trying to 
compare hers to Emma's. There was just something about Emma's 
that made her so delectable. She assumed some of it was the fact 
that she was smaller, tighter. The rest, she knew, was simply the 
risk and danger of being with an innocent, awakening girl.

She wandered naked back into her bedroom. Her clothes drawers 
and cupboards were a mess, which was surprising since she really 
had so few clothes. The discovery of a single pair of knickers in her 
underwear drawer annoyed her - they were cheap ones that she 
would only wear as a last resort. One of her father's shirts hung in 
the wardrobe that he had given to her many years ago when she had 
decided that everybody in the world was wearing men's shirts and 
she would die without one. She liked the way it ironed so well, the 
crisp creases pronouncing the fact that it was a size eighteen and 
she was a six. Well, six and a bit. She buttoned it up and headed for 
the laundry. The smell of coffee greeted her as she rounded the 
corner of the lounge. It grew stronger as she went through the 
dining room, until she saw Jamie, standing by the cooker, emptying 
the percolator into the sink, ready for another batch.

He turned, admiring the shirt. "Nice!" he smiled, looking back to his 
work. Lauren wondered what, if anything, he had on under his T-
Shirt. "Coffee will be about ten minutes."

"I'll have a yoghurt while I'm waiting and some fruit, I think." She 
avoided his eyes, keenly aware that they hadn't spoken at all since 
last night's performance.

"Emma awake?"

"Sort of. I think she'll go back to sleep though." She sat and 
watched as he walked to the cupboard and reached up for the 
ground coffee. The T-Shirt rode up his buttocks, answering her 
question. She realised that she had really wanted to go to the 
laundry. The knickers could wait, she thought, leaning across the 
table for an orange and banana. He handed her a yoghurt from the 
fridge and sat down. "Hey, thanks."

They ate, the percolator's plop punctuating the silence. Another 
wonderful day was taking shape outside. The bushes rippled with 
the faintest of breezes but Lauren knew that there would only be 
calm on the patio.

"How are your ears? Did you get a headache?" he asked.

There was no innuendo in his voice, no expression on his face that 
could have told her how he felt. It was just as though nothing had 
happened. She frowned. "No, it's weird. I always used to when I 
was little. Really bad they were." She looked at him again. Perhaps 
she had imagined it. Perhaps she hadn't helped him take his sister's 
virginity the day before.

"Not always, surely?" he asked, disturbing her daydream.

"Well, whenever I went underwater. But it didn't happen when I fell 
in. Yeah, you're right. Isn't that funny?" His thoughtfulness elevated 
him in her estimation.

They heard footsteps, and a woman's voice from outside. The 
'servants' as Elizabeth called them, had arrived. The local staff were 
really cleaners and helpers, and Lauren was thankful that they 
arrived so regularly every day. She certainly wouldn't have wanted 
the job of cleaning the house. They were both about thirty and very 
tanned, neither very pretty but Lauren knew they had been reliable 
and Elizabeth was happy with their work. She smiled at the two 
women as she went into the laundry and retrieved her washed but 
un- ironed underwear. 

"Back in a minute" said Lauren as she made her way to her room. 
She stuffed the clothing into her drawer and then pulled on a pair 
that had a little bow on the waistband. She smiled when she recalled 
all the layers she used to wear not just in Switzerland but in 
Boquette when she first arrived. 

After breakfast, Emma emerged from her room, sleepily stretching 
as she wandered around the house. Lauren and Emma eventually 
made it to the car and drove north for almost half an hour to 
Cressida's house. Lauren took time to memorise the return route 
and pulled up outside the small house as directed. Cressida was at 
the door to greet her, and Emma waved good-bye as she 
disappeared inside. 

Amazingly, Lauren arrived back at the house within twenty-five 
minutes without a ticket or police escort. She parked and skipped 
up the front door, retrieving a handful of mail from the box on the 
wall and a small brown parcel propped up on the ground. The door 
banged shut behind her as she absently sorted the letters. A couple 
of magazines for Emma and Jamie, three bills which she would deal 
with later, and a postcard from Switzerland. The parcel, to her 
surprise and delight, was for her as well. She tore it open, 
recognising the handwriting as her mother's and watched as sheaves 
of newspaper fell to the floor. Scooping up her treasure, she made 
her way to the kitchen and dumped everything on the table.

With great self discipline, she made coffee before opening her 
mother's letter and the two small presents inside. The letter 
contained much of the latest gossip and news of her classmates who 
were either still looking for jobs or who had been successful like 
Lauren. After the third page, Lauren stopped reading and opened 
the presents. The first, from her mother, was as she had guessed, 
underwear (regulation white, no frills, cotton, size 6, Swiss Made) 
and white socks (same pedigree). The second parcel was from 
Nikki and contained magazine clippings, a letter and a cassette of a 
live band that she had been to see two weeks ago. Lauren wandered 
through her letter, giggling at the dismissive way she dealt with 
their mutual enemies.

The tone though suddenly changed when she talked about 
Claudette. Nikki was aware that Lauren and Claudette had been 
lifelong enemies for no good reason, and once or twice a year their 
animosity flared into ugliness, only to die again two days later. But 
apparently, with Lauren out of the country, Claudette had taken the 
opportunity to sling some mud that had definitely stuck. Nikki said 
she had let it be known that she had evidence that Lauren and Nikki 
had engaged in activities together of a sexual nature up until the 
time that Lauren left. While Lauren wasn't too concerned about 
that, Nikki mentioned that some of the villagers had asked Lauren's 
mother whether this was true, and her mother had been flustered 
and very protective on several occasions.

Lauren felt a cold sweat break out around her neck as she visualised 
the worst. She was pretty sure that her mother knew about herself 
and Nikki, even though they had never (and could never) talk about 
it. The looks that Lauren had been given when she announced that 
she was going to be an au pair for a young girl and her brother had 
said it all, and repeated reminders about the stress and strain of 
looking after the children, 'especially the young girl' had not missed 
their mark. Lauren's stomach lurched as she read both letters twice, 
seeking out the real meaning and trying to determine the depth of 
the problem.

Finishing her coffee, she cleared the table and wandered aimlessly 
into the lounge, slumping on the sofa to ruminate further, her 
imagination creating scenarios and hypothetical conversations that 
spelled doom and gloom should she return to Switzerland. Her 
energies finally turned to retribution and she spent the remainder of 
the day thinking about pain and how to inflict it remotely. The word 
'bitch' entered her mind with every breath she took.



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