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with her own, through to the kitchen.
As she returned to Edward she bent behind him and kissed
the top of his head.
 I felt you earlier, and it was all I could do not to ravage you
as you prepared the onions, but this poor woman needed
sustenance. Now, I need something altogether more pleasurable.
She took his hand, hauled him to his feet, and headed through the
door to the stairs, pulling him along behind her as she went. It was
obvious as he kept up, that he was not entirely opposed to the idea.
King s Ransom
Anne was more than a little exhausted, it had been a long day,
and after three long sessions with clients this evening, she was glad
to be back at home. She stood naked and wet on a folded towel on
the bedroom floor. Debbie was elsewhere in the house cleaning the
pots that had contained the days specialist mixes and lotions, and
checking the diary and mixing the correct oils and lotions for the
next day. When Debbie had began her chores, Anne had stripped
off to her underwear, taking her tunic and collected the one that
Debbie had discarded, and put them both in the washing machine
and then gone upstairs. Too tired for a bath, Anne had stepped out
of her underwear and had stood beneath the shower, her blonde
hair safely tucked out of wet s way in a plastic cap as she had
washed away the fatigue from her muscles. Getting out of the
shower she had stood on the folded towel on the bedroom floor for
a moment, collecting her thoughts. After a few minutes drip drying,
she dabbed herself dry and then rubbed an apricot and walnut oil
lotion into her body to re-moisturise her skin.
Lotioned and dry, she sat on the edge of the bed looking at
herself in the mirror.  These long days are beginning to show she
said to the small cat sat watching her. Leo was not in the slightest
interested. He wouldn t say no if she offered a small scratch behind
his left ear, and a bit of one under his chin would go down well, but
as to her human talk, he had no idea what she said. Leo sighed
when no scratch came his way and turned instead to raising a paw
and washing his backside.
 Sometimes Leo, you can just be so rude. A small tub of
Magnolia and Chilean Rosehip cream, her magic anti aging potion,
resided at the edge of the dressing table, and she leant forward and
took it. Unscrewing the top she took a small blob of cream onto
two fingers and began to gently massage it into her forehead and
jowls. As she rubbed her neck she closed her eyes and leant her
head back, tightening the skin of her neck, allowing the cream to be
fully taken up by her skin. She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders,
and with a lightness of touch they then began a circular motion.
 Hhm, that is good, don t stop.
 I think I need some cream, pass me the tub.
Home Truths
 Heavens, no, not this, this is way the wrong cream for
massage. Use the coconut oil at the bedside. There was a moment
when his hands left and she took the opportunity to wipe the
residue of cream from her own hands with a small square of muslin.
 I ll come and lie down, she said and inched herself up the bed and
rolled to lay on her stomach. She felt the bed dip as he knelt beside
her and the dribble as he allowed the oil to fall onto her back.
His hands at first simply moved the oil about her back, no
attempt to massage or knead her skin, simply to ensure that she was
fully lubricated. Then she felt him sit astride her, realising with a
satisfying smile that he too was unclothed. She settled into the bed
and began to relax as Gerald began a strong rub along her spine,
branching out to her shoulders before returning down her sides to
the base of her back once more.
 I hope that you shut the bedroom door, she murmured as
his hands began each circuit lower and lower down her back. Leo
looked up from washing and shook his head before dismissing the
distraction and getting back to the serious business of grooming.
 End of Term
Edward pulled the car up at the barrier and showed his pass
to the sergeant at the gate.
 Sir, purpose of your visit today?
 End of term Sergeant.
 Yes sir. If you will just go straight on and park just by the
pink panther, the Mess is there sir.
 Thank you Sergeant. Edward was running a little late, and
was probably a few drinks behind the others. No matter, everyone
would probably end up just as inebriated as each other; it was the
way of things. He drove beyond the land rover, amusingly referred
to as a  Pink Panther by the troop and parked up. Rarely used in
combat these days, the  pinkie was still fondly used in exercises and
was a good vehicle none the less, despite its more modern
replacements. There were many who bemoaned the passing of its
combat life.
He swung the outer doors open and then turned into the
mess. Henry, who had been collected by the lads earlier, blindfolded
and bought back here, was tied to a chair in the centre of the room.
A blindfold was still about his eyes, and his shirt was soaked, a
testament to the drinks that had already been aimed at Henry.
 What ho lads? Edward called and was immediately set upon
by two exceedingly strong and very fast soldiers from the regiment,
and he too soon found himself bound.
 What is your business prisoner? He heard, unsure if the
question was asked of him as he couldn t see due to the blindfold
about his eyes, and so he kept silent. That appeared to be the wrong
choice. He received a  mild electric shock in his shoulder and the
question was repeated, louder and what felt like spittle landing on
his face.
 The business of end of term, Edward replied.
 And what is your name prisoner? Again the spittle, but this
time no electric shock. He guessed that the voltage would increase
each time that they felt that they had to use it to elicit an answer.
The first shock had been, by their standards, mild; he hadn t
vomited, or wet himself, and so knew that they were only playing.
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Home Truths
He had seen them administer the real thing, and that was not
something he wished to experience.
 Edward Seymour, Edward replied.
 Name of the teacher, come on, hurry up, else it s a probe up
the sphincter, or worse, come on man. The words were barked at
him in an attempt to force an answer, a wrong answer and he would
the evening s entertainment.
 No other name is to be given sir. My name is Edward
Seymour, I am here for the End of Term, sir.
The blindfold was pulled from him and as his wrists were
untied, he was hauled to his feet. A glass, more or less full, of beer
was thrust into his hands.
 Anymore holidays on Gibraltar then sir? Asked one of the
soldiers as he looked into the circle of smiling faces. He had passed
their small test and now was now classed as honourable and
trustworthy enough to drink with for the evening. It was a small
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