I had been standing there forabout ten minutes, when Mrs Wedlock called to me."Daisy! Take Mrs Bartlett's lunch to the dining room, serve her, thenst...and in the square next to the grandfather clock, in case she wantsanything."I took the silver platter with my wife's lunch on it through to findher already seated. I carefully placed her plate in front of her,standing to her right, gave a curtsey, then found another oblong oftape on the thick carpet, in which I stood attentively. Not saying aword. They were entitled to by a mutually agreed treaty that gave them air space rights that in places went to the center of the waterway.They were testing the response to excursions over the lines. It was normal intelligence gathering - the cat and mouse that powers played against potential adversaries.The Soviets and Chinese were experts at it. They routinely flew such flights against our Alaskan airspace. The Russian flew Backfire bombers gauging our response and at what point our fighters were. She looked at me with a dirty grin. Emma continued the conversation when she had stopped laughing. “Are we dressing up?” I hadn’t thought of that, but it was a good idea. “Hmmm… maybe.” “What about if we all went with a St. Trinian’s theme?” “Emma! I like it.” After my phone call, I told Laura about Emma’s suggestion that we all dress up as schoolgirls. She thought it was kinky but nice and naughty. I phoned the other three and they were all equally excited and had no problem with throwing. “You were snoring.”“So,” I challenge.“Don’t worry. No problem as long as it doesn’t become louder.”She kisses me on the cheek since my head has resumed its prior position. My eyes restore their glazed upward glare.She skips out of bed. “Must rush. Some of us have work to do.”Great, she’s leaving. Another advantage of Sunday opening at Waterstones.Nina is on her way to the en-suite and I confess, I allow my gaze to fix on the French curves of her bottom where they join her slender legs.She.