. I'd be an idiot to throw it away, right? Still, I thought she ought to be having more to do with someone nearer her own age.Just before the Easter b...reak, she sent me a text – could she bring home a friend? For supper? Of course – why not?The surprise was the friend she brought home. I had assumed – you know what they say about 'assume'? That the friend was a contemporary. Well, Anna was at Uni; she was actually undertaking the PGCE course (the teaching qualification) but she wasn't a. I leaned forward and latched onto her lips with mine. My hands caressed their way up her soft bare back. When they reached her shoulders, I moved my lips and kissed my way along her chin until I reached one ear."You are so beautiful," I whispered. And then I leaned back and slowly let my eyes and fingers trace their way down from her collarbone over the gradual swell to two very hard nipples.Missy gasped as my fingers circled her small areolas. When her eyes fluttered closed, I leaned forward. I have something that needs attending before I join mother for breakfast." Yes Miss." Mary curtsied, and then scurried from the room. The maid waited with the patience of her class, standing in the hall in case her mistress should call for her.It was nearly half of an hour past when Miss Amanda finally emerged from her rooms. Mary could see that the pale lovely face was a bit flushed. As for that morning oddity, Mary could see not a hint of it beneath her mistress's flowing skirts. Curtsying. . if what you say is true," she managed to quaver, "if you can open the public's mail at will without their knowledge, then why did you call me and tell me this had to be opened in front of a postal employee?" A good question, Mrs. Jamison," chuckled the civil servant. "And the answer is simply that I find myself feeling benevolent at times, when I suspect that something demeaning is being sent to a person who might deserve a second chance. In other words, Mrs. Jamison, a person who is not a.