The Centre Cannot Hold – part 1
Wednesday 12th October
Noon BST
Xavier International
"So you
think she will make an acceptable CFO/Comptroller for Norstar Ju?" Shirley
said as she looked out over the Aldwych road.
"I think so,” Juliette said on the screen, “she's bright, she's talented,
and from what she says she knows her own limitations well enough that she won't
try and get involved in the areas that are beyond her expertise Shirley."
"When you have people like Missy overseeing the talent, you are right you
don't need her trying to stick her nose in."
"Anyway,”
Juliette said, “subject to nothing unforseen
happening we are looking forward to Rhenia taking up
the position as soon as possible."
"Understood, I’ll get Susan started on the transition plan when they meet
today - and now, having got that out of the way, do you want to tell me why you
really phoned Juliette?"
"Really
phoned?"
"Ju I know
you well enough that you wouldn't normally phone me to say you were definitely
hiring Rhenia, and besides I can see something in
your face, and hear something in your voice, something has you worried."
“Yeah – someone
is trying to blackmail Holly Berryman, use her as a way to influence the
Richmond family.”
Shirley sat
down and frowned, as she said “is this related to the current work Francesca
and Caroline are doing.”
“Big time –
Shirley, it’s Andre Kannenikov.”
“Ah,” Shirley
said quietly, “and as she is threatening one of you… Juliette, I know you do not want to hear
this, but we need to discuss before you make a move. We are flying over for the race on Sunday,
after the girls’ party. Please, make no
move until then.”
“All right – I
think Sandy said she wanted to talk to you anyway, something her mother said.”
“Nessa? Ah,” Shirley said quietly, “well, we wait
until Sunday…”
1 pm BST
Whitehall
"Kay we
have a very frightened property developer here in New York, and no not one of
the big fish, but he's still important enough that because we effectively have
him by the balls he has no way of resisting what ever
we tell him to do. Do you have any ideas and input about what to do with
him?"
"You make
him sound very interesting Caroline. Can I ask how you managed to 'acquire'
him?" the MI6 woman looked at her computer screen.
"Let's
maybe say that somehow we have him thinking we can control the Russian bank
that holds his markers. He's behind on his payments and the previous head of
said bank was obviously starting to squeeze him."
"So we can
squeeze him further?"
"If that
is what gets decided."
"Well as
you know I'm working on how the money is flowing through Europe, I'd love to be
able to ask him some questions regarding that so my 'expert' knows if her work
is being confirmed."
"I think
that might be possible."
"Just
where might interrogating him be possible Caroline? My experts and I can't
travel to the US right this minute."
"So do you
want to talk to him in London?"
"If it
could be arranged please."
"I'll try,
and if he won’t come of his own free will, then I know for sure a couple of
people who can 'transport' him for us.
He is due to meet our contact this evening at seven – that gives us time
to get a plan in place…"
Kay looked up
as there was a knock on the door, and said “let me know Caroline – someone
wants a word,” ending the call before she said “come in.”
As the door
opened, Kay immediately stood up – the tall, balding man with grey hair at his
temples was known instantly by her, standing there in a Saville Row suit, blue
silk shirt, silk tie.
“Sir,” Kay said
quietly, “this is an unexpected pleasure.”
“Yes, I can
imagine it is,” the man said as he closed the door, “but I was passing, and I
thought I would take the opportunity to pop in for a little chat.”
“Won’t you take
a seat,” Kay said quietly as she indicated the chairs to one side, but he sat
in front of her desk, Kay slowly sitting as she said “what exactly can I do for
you Sir?”
“Well,” he said
as he brushed some lint from his trousers, “I have heard you are showing some
interest in financial movements in Germany.
Is there any truth in this?”
“As part of an
internal investigation, I have asked for some information,” Kay said quietly,
“but I did not think I was breaching any rules of mutual engagement.”
“I did not say
you had – but if something was discovered that were to approach those lines,
you would take the appropriate action, would you not?”
“Naturally
Sir.”
“Good – then I
will not detain you any longer,” he said as he stood and left, Kay shaking
internally as he walked out…
Bayswater Road
"So where
did you buy the girls outfits for the party Aggie?" Sherry asked as she
passed a mug of coffee over.
"I didn't Sherry,” Aggie said with a smile, “Catriona insisted that she'd
take them to Harrods as her treat."
"Well good
for her. Did she do the same for
Maisha?"
"Yes. Over Shirley's protests she collected all
three girls this morning and took them shopping."
"I guess
in a way,” Sherry said as she took a drink, “she sees herself adopting a sort
of godmotherly role for them."
"That was
precisely what Kay says."
"It was
actually Kay I dropped in to talk to you about darling."
"Oh?"
"Am I
compromising my principles doing this analysis for her?"
"Do you
think you are?" Agnes looked her friend straight in the eye.
"I'm
trying not to...but I can't but help myself by what methods is all this data
being gathered."
"You are
worried at potential breaking of laws, intrusions on privacy..."
"And much
more Aggie. I know that we are the 'good guys' but just as I had troubles way
back when about what the security services do, I still have some of the same
qualms."
“Look – I have
some misgivings as well, but I think it has to be done this way. If nothing else, it is doing an important
role for everyone.”
“Well, I’m
about ready to give my report – and then I only ever want to meet Kay
socially…”
3 pm BST
McAdam Consultants
The Bank
"Hey
stranger," Sue smiled as the younger woman poked her head round the door,
"not very often we see you here."
"Hey
yourself," Peri laughed as she walked in, "and with the amount of
work I'm having to do while the boss and Hannah are in New York no one is
seeing me."
"That
bad?"
"Bad
enough that Kevin dumped me because he said I was always too tired and busy to
go out."
"Uggh that's not good," Sue shook her head.
"I
know," Peri sighed deeply.
"Anyway
what brings you to our door?"
"I
actually come bearing gifts," Peri indicated the large bag she was
carrying. "I have presents for the girls to be given to them at their
party, and several files that I don't even remotely understand, but which I was
ordered to deliver in person to Aggie, and not risk having them couriered
even."
"Okay - Agnes,
Peri is here with some material from the Marchesa,"
Sue said as she flipped a switch on the intercom.
"I'll be right out."
“So settled
back in?”
“Yeah – we had
to postpone the Ardray visit to tomorrow, so it’s a
good thing you came round today…”
10 am
Xavier International
Susan smiled as
she looked at the California blonde across her table. “So you have accepted the position?”
“Subject to
references and agreeing a transition plan with you and Maddie,” Rhenia said as she played with her skirt. “That, and the threat of Louise hurting me.”
“Good – Maddie
and Emma are here this weekend, and she wants you to stay until then – we’ll
pick up the hotel tab, and you can start the apartment hunt. I’m told the Village is good.”
“Har de her –
any other instructions, Susan.”
Tapping the
table with her pen, Susan said "I think it’s important maybe that you come
to Pocono for the big race Rhenia."
"May I ask
why Susan?"
"Well with
Xavier's being one of the sponsors of one of the top teams we make something of
a fuss and offer extensive corporate hospitality. It will be a chance for
you to meet some people and maybe make some useful contacts."
"Ah, now I
understand," the Californian smiled, "networking right?"
"Yes."
"So anyone
in particular I need get to know?"
"Some of
Juliette's personal staff for sure."
"Well I've
met Helen York, she's an acquaintance of my sister Louise."
"She's the
sort of person yes. But also someone like Sigrid von Mannschen,
she's Juliette's sister-in-law, and one of the world’s top lawyers. She handles
Norstar's legal affairs so a working relationship might be important."
"Gotcha."
"I'm sure
Juliette will make sure you meet some of the people you need to as well."
"I'd guess
so," Rhenia took a deep breath, "and what
will be my relationship with you and Madame?"
“Yeah – Shirley
is coming over for the race, but she won’t get here until late Saturday, so
Sunday is the first chance you’ll get to talk.
But I think you’ll be in a similar position to Mindy in New York – a
connection, help where you can, but given the connection between NorStar and Rising Stars I suspect you and Maddie will talk
a lot as well.
“And on that
note – start getting used to calling her Shirley. You’ll be meeting mostly socially, so only in
the office with the formal title.
Besides, she wants to meet Senior Staff Monday – I get the feeling
changes are afoot again…”
Noon
The Richmond Mansion
“So have you
had any further ideas about how to deal with this – vermin, Sandy,” Nessa said
as she sat down.
“Beyond
something illegal, no,” Sandy said quietly as she poured the coffee, “why –
have you?”
"Well, I
think my position as a patron of the arts is well enough known that he might
very well leap at the chance to come meet with me," Vanessa crossed her legs
as she accepted the cup.
"Meaning
what Mom?"
"Make sure
he both gets an invitation to Pocono on Sunday, and that he definitely comes. I
want to see this man who thinks he can blackmail us close up"
"I can try..."
"No Sandy
darling,” Nessa said as she put the cup to her red lips, “you will make it
happen."
"Alright,"
Heather thought to herself, "where has this Nessa been hiding herself all
these years?" The quietly authoritative tone was very reminiscent of that
which she frequently heard from her lovers lips. "Like daughter like
mother?" she asked herself.
"I'd actually be interested to hear what your uncle makes of him as
well."
"Are you going to tell him what is going on Mom?"
"No, but
Alex does seem to have an extra sense for trouble, I'll be very surprised he
fails to work out something is going on."
“Well, he is
coming later on Sunday, so he may get the chance then…”
“Excellent – so
what else can we be doing?”
6 pm BST
Chelsea
"Thanks
for taking Maisha out to buy her dress Cat."
"Well I sort of owed it to her for all the times we've 'cheated' playing
her and John at tennis," Catriona laughed as they looked out over the
Thames.
"You know
she still complains that we do cheat?" Shirley smiled in return.
"Well
between us we have done some bad things in life Shirl,” Cat said with a smile,
“but cheating at tennis isn't really one of our sins."
"No it isn't," Shirley looked at her old friend quizzically,
"and what made you phrase it that way?"
"Because I
may just be about to sin again, and I'm wondering if you wish to join me?"
"That
sounds intriguing darling. What do you have in mind?"
"There is
a fraudster who has escaped every attempt by the law to prosecute him for his
crimes. I think it's time another form of punishment was meted out to
him."
“I see – tell
me more…”
Bayswater Road
“The head of
your beloved sister organization just popped in for a chat?”
“Oh yes,” Kay
said as she sat down, “nice and casual and scary as fuck.”
"I thought
the tensions between the Security and Intelligence services only existed in the
spy novels Kay?"
"Oh no I
can assure you they are very real, and even today they can get damn
nasty," Kay noticed that her hand was still shaking slightly as she took
the glass of whiskey from Agnes.
"So what
do you think his coming to see you means exactly?"
"Oh,” Kay
said as she took a sip, “that I'm being warned that I'm under scrutiny at the
highest levels and that if i make even a single
mistake then my neck is on the line."
"May I venture to say that there are people who want to share the glory if
you are right, but are all determined that if this goes pear shaped, you alone
take the blame?"
"That just
about sums it up darling."
"Can you
just walk away?"
"No,” Kay
shook her head and put the glass down, “I'm already in too deep, and besides Ed
Preminger can equally make life very unpleasant if I leave him high and
dry."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to proceed with caution Aggie, and tonight I'm going to go home
and demand my husband makes love to me and try and forget this happened."
"It's an
idea," Agnes smiled.
7 pm
Daniels
"Okay I
thought it was important that I talk to all three of you before Pocono,"
Henri smiled as the waiter left after taking their orders.
"So you said Papa," Jeanne sipped her wine.
"We don't
do this sort of thing nearly enough," Janice relaxed. "And with all
else I have on my plate currently it's nice to be concentrating on my
hobby."
"Agreed,"
Sandy smiled.
"Well
before we start to talk tactics I want to say just how proud I am of all you
and what you've already achieved this year."
"Thank you
Henri," Sandy blushed, "but RCM is a team remember we are only as
good as our weakest component..."
"And
thankfully we have had precious few components fail this year," Janice
finished.
"We were
also lucky in having Toni able to step in while i was
pregnant, or these two had other commitments."
"Yes we
were darling," Henri smiled his strange crooked smile, "yes we have
had some breaks from luck, but it still comes down to you three driving
brilliantly in the long term."
Thursday 13th October
9.30 am BST
Ardray
Rory smiled as
the car pulled up outside the main doors, walking down the stairs and opening
it as Agnes stepped out, Sue and Catriona following. Agnes and Catriona were both wearing white
blouses, grey jackets and tartan skirts, while Sue wore a light blue trouser
suit and a camisole top.
“Welcome back,
Miss Agnes,” he said with a smile, “sheilagh has some
coffee ready fer all three of ye, and the meeting is
due to start at twelve. We have the room
ready for ye.”
“Thank you,
Rory,” Agnes said with a smile, “coffee sounds like a wonderful idea – let’s
head in.”
“Welcome back
Miss Agnes, Miss Catriona, Miss Susan,” Sheilagh said
as they walked in. “May I ask how the
girls are?”
“Miley and
Laura are good, thank you Sheilagh – they have work
to do today, and their party to prepare for on Saturday, or I would have
brought them as well.”
“That’s good tae hear. Yer coffee is in the morning room. If ye have time today, I wonder if we could
discuss what arrangements may have been made for other events.”
“We’d like to
know that as well,” Cat said as she looked at Agnes.
“And I’ll tell
you all soon – once Donald and I have sorted some things out,” Agnes said with
a smile as they walked into the breakfast room.
Noon
Ardray
As Agnes looked
round the room, she could see there were friendly – and not so friendly – faces
in the assembled grouping, as well as some of the press.
“I see BBC
Scotland are here,” Catriona whispered as she saw a grey haired gentleman
sitting in the back. “That’s Douglas
Frazer, their economics editor.”
“Fair enough –
I imagine the others will be here eventually,” Agnes said as Sue walked over. “The press releases and packs are all laid
out in the room,” she said quietly, “want to get started.”
Nodding, Agnes
said “ladies and gentlemen, if you would take your seats please?”
As the group
moved in, Agnes took a deep breath, and went to sit at the head of the table,
Cat sitting next to her as Sue said “Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming
today to hear our proposals for the regeneration of our local area, and through
that to promote Scottish business. To
start our presentation, I am pleased to introduce Doctor Agnes McAdam, Laird of
Ardray.”
As the room
clapped, Agnes stood and smiled. “Alright
ladies and gentlemen - before we begin I had better reveal that I have secured
from the Marchesa di Cambrello,
and her daughter Mrs van der Byl, their agreement to
help fund a pilot programme for rural economic development here in Scotland
from a fund set up in the name of the Marchesa's late
husband Dr James Gordon," Agnes said as she addressed the assembled
grouping. "What this will mean is that we may also be able to access
further grants from the Scottish Office, and from the Scottish parliament, to
put a working scheme into practice."
There was a
murmur round the room as Agnes continued “with the help of Catriona
Cuthbertson, also known to many of you, this will take the form of a
cooperative, owned by the people and working for the people.”
"Aye but how badly will all this be tied up in red tape Dr McAdam?"
one of the local politicians asked.
"We are
hoping minimally," Catriona intervened, "I've started drawing up a
legal framework for what we are going to attempt that I hope will be approved
by all the relevant parties quickly."
“Given the
current political climate,” one woman said, “how can we be sure they will
cooperate.”
“We have confidence,”
Agnes said with a smile, “as you can see from our information packs and press
release.”
"There is
one definite thing we'd like to start work on straight away and that's to bring
top grade internet access to this area," Catriona said as she looked at
her notes, “it is clear that will be essential for our schemes to come to a
successful conclusion.”
"Is that possible your Ladyship, is it an economically viable idea?"
"In the
short term it will almost certainly need a heavy subsidy, but the Marchesa has serious business interests in this field and
she's assured us that it can be done, and eventually, be made to pay for
itself."
"I hate to
be the negative one," Geordie Millar spoke softly, 'but of what use is
this all if people can't afford to live here?"
"Which is
where one of our other proposals comes in Geordie," Agnes smiled.
"Lady Sithwell and I are willing to donate the
land for housing to be built on, under the condition that said housing will be
managed by a trust that will be legally tasked with guaranteeing keeping rents
at a level that are affordable, and that though they will remain legally estate
property will be protected from being sold into private ownership for a fixed
number of years...In my mind 50 years being perhaps a suitable time
period?"
One of the
local councillors stood up. "Will
tenants have the right to renew tenancies after that?"
"Providing
that the aim of maintaining an adequate stock of affordable houses is met, I
think appropriate rights can be incorporated," Catriona spoke,
"Do you
have any firm commitments to bring in any new jobs into the area Miss
Agnes?"
Nodding, Agnes looked round the room. "Are
any of you aware of the work Lady Ordford has done in
reviving top quality hand knitting?"
"Aye," a couple of heads nodded.
"Well she
is seeking to set up a collection and distribution centre and I've persuaded
her that Ardray may be a good location, as and when
we get the new internet up and running. It will initially bring less then 10 new jobs, but it will hopefully lead to more."
"And it
will show to other prospective employers that if a worldwide operation like Fitzstuart Woolens can find a
home here that just perhaps there are opportunities for their businesses,"
Catriona added.
“We believe
this will be a start, but will show the local people there is hope if they do
not move away – any questions?”
"Do you
have an ideas relating to the tourist industry Miss Aggie," one of the
women asked, "in my mind at least, we need to talk about it."
"I agree," Agnes looked serious, "and yes the natural beauty of
this area, and its other attractions, are one of our biggest assets, but the
problem is the seasonal nature of the tourist business."
"All this
sounds fine Dr McAdam,” the man from the local council spoke, "but you
seem to be forgetting that a lot of what you are proposing will need serious
upgrades to local infrastructure if it is to work, and where is the money to
come from for things like new roads?"
“I agree that
is a major issue,” Catriona said, “but by ensuring the electronic
infrastructure is in place first, we can then seek planning applications to
provide funding for the additional infrastructure. Please remember, our plan is not to destroy
the natural beauty of this place, but to use it and enhance it to our
advantage.”
“Our intention
is to start small, and build on that,” Agnes said quietly. “We want to rpove
we can do this in a small way, and build on what that will show. It will not be easy, but we will succeed with
your support and help…”
5 pm BST
Benendene
"Well I've
done all I know how to do," Kit looked into her computer, "if this
party is a flop then it was never meant to be."
"Oh it’s going to be amazing," Miley smiled, "nothing can go
wrong. O just know it."
"Never say
that cousin," Eve said as she looked over Kit's shoulder, "Touch wood
and just say a little prayer."
"I'll make
sure she doesn't tempt fate," Laura said as she sat down next to her
sister.
"Are all
the people Maisha asked coming?"
"As far as
i know Kit... lots of her tennis playing friends from
her club."
"And the
major question...will there be enough boys?"
"Most of
the guys are bringing friends," Laura grinned broadly.
“Well then,
Saturday here we come,” Kit said with a smile.
“I hear Aunt Aggie was in Ardray today with
her proposal.”
"Did you
see that horrid comment on the BBC Scotland news story about her project being
long on patronising, aristocratic, wishes, and rather shorter on truly
practical immediate proposals?"
"I did
Laura," Kit gritted her teeth, "I find it foul that people sneer
about 'our class' when we try and do our best to help the communities we live
in."
"We get
the same thing in Ireland when Daddy supports worthwhile projects," Eve
shook her head.
“Well, I am
sure Mum will do her best,” Laura said quietly.
“Your mum was there as well, wasn’t she Liz?”
“True, but I
won’t get to see her until tomorrow night.
She had to go to something once she gets home…”
9 pm BST
Hampstead Heath
Albert Compton
looked out of the window of his townhouse over the dark heathland, smiling as
he viewed the vista. Now that the last
of the legal cases had been dismissed by the Supreme Court, he knew there was
no way the authorities could touch him.
And the contents of those Cayman Island bank accounts could start to be
quietly, sensibly filtered into his own account.
He had to admit
a lot of people had been hurt – the pension scheme had that large black hole,
and it had been spotted far earlier than he had suspected, but he had covered
his own involvement well enough.
“Bertie? What are you doing?”
He turned and
smiled as he looked at the thin blonde standing in the doorway, wearing a black
vest top and leather skirt.
“Merely
thinking ahead, Astrid,” he said with a smile, “why don’t you open a bottle of
champagne and we can have a drink together.”
“Okay,” she
said as she walked to the kitchen, turning the light on as she walked to the
large refrigerator and opened the door.
Reaching in, she took the large bottle out, and closed the door before
she turned round.
“Don’t say a
word, bitch – just stand where you are.”
She stared at
the woman standing there, wearing a tight black sweater under her leather
jacket, leggings and knee length black leather boots. She also wore leather gloves, and a black
balaclava covered her head, allowing only her eyes and red lips to be
seen. But the gun in her gloved hand was
very real as Astrid stood there, unaware of the gloved hand that took the champagne
bottle from her at first. She then
turned her head, and saw the second woman, the smile on her face as she said
“open your mouth.”
As she did so,
Astrid felt the rubber ball as it was pushed between her teeth, and then the
straps as they were taken round her head, pushing her cheeks in as the straps
were fastened together at the back of her head.
Her arms were then yanked behind her back, as she felt the ropes rubbing
on her bare wrists as they were lashed together.
“Now,” the
masked woman whispered as she looked at Astrid, “you will allow My Lady here to
complete what she has started, and then we will go and say hello to your
dipshit of a partner. Won’t that be
fun?”
“What
happened,” Albert said as he heard the footsteps behind himself, “had to go to
the…”
“On the floor,
mother fucker, hands behind your head,” one of the two masked women said as she
walked over and pushed Albert down, holding the pistol to the back of his head
as the second woman dragged Astrid in.
The ropes encircled and framed her chest as they held her arms tightly
to her sides, the thin bands rubbing on her flesh both above her chest and
between her arms and body.
“What the shit
do you thin…”
“Madame, show
this piece of shit what he should be doing right now.”
“Right now,
piece of shit,” the masked woman growled as she pressed the gun against
Albert’s temple, “you should be shutting the fuck up and putting those hands on
your head.”
“And if I
don’t…”
“NNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLBHRTTTTTTTTTTT!”
He looked up to
see the second masked woman draw back the safety and put her gun against her
girlfriend’s head, her eyes wide with fear as a thin line of drool ran down her
cheek.
“Any other
stupid questions?”
“I think he
understands the situation, My Lady,” Madame said as she pulled his hands behind
his back, and used a length of thin cord around and between his crossed wrists
to hold them together. He winced as she
pulled back on his hair, making him kneel before a longer length of rope was
used to bind his arms to his side, his robe opening under the tension of the
binding.
“Look at your
lover bitch,” My Lady whispered into Astrid’s ear as her free gloved hand
caressed and squeezed her chest, “do you think he would be willing to do
anything to ensure your safety?”
“What… What are you doing to her…”
“Oh, would you
like to be doing this instead,” My Lady whispered as she squeezed Astrid’s left
breast hard, making her call out through the rubber ball gag. “We’ll have to see. Madame?”
“We’re going to
ask some questions,” Madame whispered as she pulled the ropes tighter, and
smiled. “Answer truthfully, we
reward. Lie…”
Astrid screamed
as her chest was squeezed again, as My Lady said “we have disabled your
security system – pathetic, by the way – and turned off those hidden cameras.”
“Whttchmrehhsss?”
“Oh you didn’t
know did you bitch – he films everything in these rooms. I’m even told he has pleasure watching what
you did on his own.”
Astrid stared
at Albert as he said “she’s lying!”
“About what –
you watching them on your own or the tapes,” Madame said as she pulled his head
back. Albert remained silent as Astrid
was pushed over to him, and made to kneel down.
“Don’t move,” Madame whispered as My Lady left the room for a few
minutes, returning with a large black holdall which she dropped on the
floor. Opening it, she took out more
rope and started to bind the blonde’s ankles together, as Madame looked at her.
“I hope he
truly loves you,” she said quietly as she looked at Albert, “so let’s start
with a simple question. The combination
to the safe in your office.”
“Fuck you.”
“You may want
to, but I’m not going to let you,” Madame said with a grin as My Lady bound a
length of rope round Astrid’s waist and then let the long length drop in front
of her – then laughed at her squeals as she reached between her legs and yanked
it up hard, forcing the cords against her pussy as she secured it to her chest
ropes.
“I’ll ask
again,” Madam whispered as My Lady slowly pulled Astrid’s vest top up,
revealing her bare chest as she started to massage it with her gloved hands,
“combination.”
“Hllbhrrtphllssss,” Astrid mumbled as she felt her chest
firming under the caress, and tried no tot show exactly how the feel of the
leather covered fingers on her sensitive nipples was making her feel. My Lady, however, smiled as she pulled on the
crotch rope, while gently squeezing her nipples at the same time.
“HMHgghhhddddplsshlbhrrttt…”
“All right, all
right,” he said quietly as he gave a series of numbers.
“Now
backwards.”
“What – why
would you…”
“HLBBHRRRTTTT”
He suddenly
looked over as a pair of silver clamps were fastened over Astrid’s nipples,
Madame looking on as she felt the warmth between her legs and said “backwards,
mother fucker!”
“All right,” he
said as he reeled the numbers off, Madame nodding as she said “make sure he
stays right there” before she walked off.
“Let’s make you
just as secure,” My Lady said as she fasten a sliver chain between Astrid’s
nipples, and then quickly walked round, forcing his feet together as she
started to bind his ankles.
“Who the hell
are you,” Albert called out as he felt the rope rubbing on his ankles, and then
on his legs around his knees.
“We’re the
uncommon criminals,” My Lady whispered as she saw the beads of sweat on Astrid
as she twisted round, the rope rubbing on her crotch, “the Avengers, if you
like.”
“You’re no
Black Widow.”
“Oh, if you
only knew,” My Lady whispered as she pulled the rope tight, tied it off, and
then reached round and grabbed his crotch.
“Oh I knew it – you’re aroused by her situation – or is it your own.”
“I am not…”
“Yes, you are –
and if you’re going to lie…” Albert
opened his mouth again as his hair was pulled back, and the red ball pushed in
before the leather straps were fastened tightly round his head.
“Better,” she
whispered as she reached round again, pulling his pants down as Astrid’s eyes
widened at how large his cock had become – and then heard his screams as she
gripped his ball sac in her gloved hand.
“I do so love
the smell of fear in the evening,” she whispered as she squeezed tighter,
Albert’s eyes almost popping out of his head as Madame came back in.
“The safe is
open – want to go and examine the contents while I ask some more questions.”
“It will be a
pleasure, Madame,” the other masked woman said as she walked off, Madame
popping the cork as she said “you don’t mind if my friend and I have a glass,
do you?”
“Whhrrurfhckhnnnbesshesss?”
“Manners,”
Madame said quietly as she walked over, and then kicked Albert in the groin,
the man rolling over as he moaned, “We are been nice to you after all – we
could have forced you to strip naked and beaten the living shit out of both of
you pissants.”
Pouring the
champagne into two glasses, she sipped from one of them, and then walked over,
kneeling behind the panting Astrid as she said “now you – I think you are
enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Nhhmmshhttshchrddhmmmmmm,” Astrid said, shaking her head as
Madame slowly pulled the crotch rope to and fro,
feeling the dampness under the cords as she tried not to show how she truly was
feeling. Her nipples were sore, and she
wondered what else they could do to her.
“Oh I know you
are – but this is good isn’t it? And
your mother fucker of a partner seems to be enjoying it as well.”
Astrid looked
over at Albert, who was lying on his side, but she could also actually see his
cock getting larger, firmer as he watched her.
“Uhhh... Uhhhfkhknnnlhtllprfrrtt…”
Albert could
only groan, the drool running down his chin as Madame said “now, we do have
another thing for lover boy here to do for us, but you’ve been good, and I can
see you want to enjoy the rest of this evening.” She slipped her gloved fingers under the rope
and into her slit, Astrid closing her eyes and groaning loudly as Madame worked
her for a few minutes.
“Hmmm yes – you
are enjoying this aren’t you,” Madame whispered, Astrid slowly nodding as she
came close, oh so close…”
“I see you are
having fun, Madame?”
“There is
always time for fun in work My Lady – what did you find?”
“Most of what I
desired – but I think we should get this man here to pay for his sins,” she
said quietly as she opened his laptop and placed it on the table.
“NNHHFHKNNNWHHHH!”
“Yes fucking
way,” Madame said quietly as she removed her hand, Astrid slowly opening her
eyes – and then opening them wide as she saw the flame from the lighter running
across the chain between her nipples, the heat on them from the clamps getting
steadily higher and higher…
“Let me make it
simple,” Madame said as she forced Albert back onto his knees, “the moment you
use the retinal identifier built into your laptop to access your accounts, the
less pain she suffers. I am told it can
leave permanent marks if you wait too long…”
“PLLSSHHHLBHHRRTTT,”
Astrid pleaded as the heat started to make her sweat – but curiously, she felt
hotter elsewhere as well…
Albert watched
as she writhed round, feeling the throbbing in his own cock, before he nodded
and said “hllrhththldhhttt.”
“Much fucking
better,” Madame said as My Lady brought the laptop over, holding the retinal
scanner to Albert’s eye as the screen changed, and she returned it to the
table.
“How thoughtful
of you, Madame,” My Lady said as she took the second glass and sipped from it,
then typed on the screen as Madame looked at the two captives, Astrid panting
as the metal slowly cooled.
“Well, I think
we need to keep you both distracted,” she said quietly. “You have been patient, my dear girl – you
deserve a reward.”
“Fnkuh,” Astrid mumbled as the vibrator was turned on, and
slipped into her passage, the blonde shaking violently as she fell onto her
side and Madame hogtied her while she had an orgasm.
“Nddwhttbhttmmm?”
“You – you
deserve exactly what you gave all those innocent pension fund members,” Madame
whispered before she thrust the dildo into his rear passage, Albert screaming
out as she switched on the built-in vibrator before he fell over, and she
hogtied him as well.
“Transfer
begun,” My Lady said as Madame walked over, and kicked Albert between his legs
as well, “thank you, you stupid little fucking prick.”
The two could
only watch as the masked intruders looked at the computer screen, sipping their
champagne as they watched the screen, and then putting the glasses and the
laptop into their bag.
“Have you both
had an enjoyable evening?”
They watched as
Madame took her gun, and pulled the safety back. “Good – you should always end with a smile on
your face.”
As they got
into the car, Cat pulled the balaclava off her head and let out a long, deep
moan.
“Well, most of
that money will go to support the sisters,” Shirley said quietly, “and the
piece we take will be well spent.”
“And we got
some revenge for the pensioners,” Cat said quietly as she looked at
Shirley. “Want to come to my place for –
something?”
Shirley smiled
as she drove off…
Friday 14th October
2 pm
The Astoria Waldorf
As they heard
the knock on the door, Anouska glanced to the door that led to the inner
bedroom as Selena stood up.
“You ready?”
“As ready as I
will ever be,” Anouska said as she stood up and walked to the window. She was dressed conservatively, in a black
jacket and skirt with a cream silk blouse underneath, and low heeled shoes,
while Selena wore a leather skirt and black jumper, with knee length
boots. “Is this necessary?”
“Regretfully,
yes.”
“Very well,”
Anouska said as Selena walked over and opened the door to the suite.
“Mr Harding –
please, come in,” she said, standing to one side as Jack Harding came in,
looking round as Anouska stood in the window with the sun behind her.
“Madame Kalinikov,” he said as he nervously looked round, “thank
you for agreeing to meet me today.”
Anouska nodded
to Selena, who indicated a chair with the back to the bedroom door and said “be
seated, Mister Harding.”
“Thank you,”
Jack said as he sat down, mopping his forehead as Anouska walked over and
picked up a file, looking through it before she said “Tak kak ty khochesh'
igrat' v eto, Selena?”
“Madame Kalinikov welcomes you,” Selena said as she sat in a seat
between the two, “and asks you to state your case.”
“Madame,” Jack
said as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together, “I am aware that I owe
your late husband’s bank a great deal of money, and I am aware that I am behind
on repayment. It would be entirely
within your rights to… To take
appropriate action, but I wish to explain why I need some clemency.”
Selena turned
and smiled, before she said “Eto odin ochen' nervnyy
chelovek - my mogli by poveselit'sya s nim.”
Nodding,
Anouska said “Pravda. i on takzhe ochen' obespokoyen
tem, chto ya mog by sdelat'.
Skazhite yemu, chto ya nedovolen,
no ya budu slushat'.”
“Madame Kalinikov has reviewed your file, and the repayment
records,” Selena turned and said, “and I am allowed to say she is very
concerned at what she sees.”
Jack started
sweating as he heard this, before he said “I know I do not deserve a second
hearing, so I thank her for this. What I
said in our previous meeting is true, however – when he has won the election, I
am assured of a number of contracts, the payments for which will be made
quickly, and then I can repay the whole amount owing.”
Selena turned
and said “Chertovski tipichno -
on dumayet, chto bekkhendery budut oznachat', chto on nakhoditsya v otkrytom vide s ikh pomoshch'yu.”
Nodding, Anouska
looked at him, then slowly closed the file and set it down before she stood and
walked back to the window. “Davayte posmotrim, naskol'ko
on v otchayanii - skazhite yemu, chto ya
ne sklonen pomogat' mne, i ya
otzyvayu kredity.”
Selena turned
and smiled as she said “Madame Kalinikov is not
minded to grant your request – in fact, she is so concerned she is
contemplating calling your loan in.
“In full.
“Immediately.”
Jack stood up,
his face white as he said “no… No she
cannot do that, I will be ruined! I have
been a good servant, done all that was asked of me in the financial markets.”
Anouska turned
and looked at him, as she said “YA slyshal dostatochno
- vremya dlya nego, chtoby otpravit'sya
v puteshestviye.”
Selena nodded,
looking over Jack as the door opened silently as she said “we are aware of your
willingness to serve. Will you do what
is required if the loan is forgiven.”
“Anything –
what is it you want me to do?”
“Sleep.”
Jack’s eyes
opened wide as the cloth was pressed firmly over his nose and mouth, his mind
clouding as the fumes got to work, and then he slumped into the arms of the two
women behind him.
“I will arrange
for the letter to be delivered to his wife and family,” Selena said as they
lifted Jack into a laundry basket, Anouska smiling and waving as he was wheeled
away.
5 pm
The Burton Apartment
"I'm so
happy you are coming to Pocono as well Mel," Erica looked thrilled as they
both packed suitcases with what they needed for the weekend trip.
"Well, with
Mom and Dad both having the weekend off work they were able to accept the
invitation. They’ll drive up some of the
way tonight, and meet us there tomorrow."
"I just
hope you and they won't be bored," Denice said as she put her head round
the door, "for all it looks so exciting, motor racing can often be pretty
dull if you aren't into it."
"Dad loves
soccer, but he's into most sports, and it gives Mom a chance to get to know all
the other Sinners."
"We will
just have to keep your brother and sister occupied," Erica closed her
case.
“Oh they’ll
find something. It’s a pity none of our
British friends are coming, but with what’s going on over there, I’m not
surprised.”
“Oh I know – a
lot of good things happening there as well…”
The Richmond Mansion
“I’ll see you
on Sunday,” Sands said quietly as she ended the call, and then picked up her
bag.
“Right, kids –
Jo will meet us there tomorrow, so let’s go,” Heather said as they left the
house, piling into the SUV before they drove off.
From a nearby
car, Andre watched – such a normal looking family, and yet so well placed. Perhaps he could turn the invitation on
Sunday to his advantage…
Complete Style
”Are you set
for Pocono Kylie?" Juliette asked as she sat with the teenager in Merlin’s
cave. Kylie was still in her school
uniform, some of her Design work laid out on the desk.
"Not really,” Kylie drawled as she held a mug of coffee, “but I'll be
there, and I'll do this photo-shoot Juliette."
"Well Gio was actually quite right,” Juliette said with a smile,
“there will be some wonderful backdrops for him to shoot you in your own
designs against."
Shaking her head, Kylie said "I still don't think I'm going to look
right."
"Take it from me,” Juliette said with a smile, “you'll look fine."
"Marina
says I'm panicking like I do before shows."
"Well Kylie darling she does have a point on that," Juliette laughed,
"everyone is aware that you can get more than just a little
stressed."
"I know and I'm trying....honestly.
But I am still so unsure of myself in this area."
“The Swan is
afraid?”
“In this
situation,” Kylie said “she most certainly is darling.”
"So,”
Juliette said as she sat back, “are your Mom and aunt coming over with Gio?"
"They are - and strange as it might have one day sounded, I’m really
looking forward to seeing Mum again."
"I'm glad."
“And talking of
Mothers thank you for letting me add my little bit for the video from everyone
over here for the girls in London at the party."
“Well, I was
sure you would want to send your good wishes as well. I think it’s wonderful that Shirley and John
are adopting Maisha."
"And that Agnes is adopting Laura and Miley as well."
“Indeed,” Kylie
said with a smile as Mary came back in.
“Right lass,”
she said as she walked over, “let’s see what ye have for me today…”
Saturday 15th October
10 am BST
McAdam Associates
“Maisha is here
to see you, Agnes,” Sue said as she held the door open for the young African
woman to come in.
“Hello Maisha –
what can I do for you?”
“Some things
Mum wanted you to get personally,” Maisha said as she laid a package on the
desk.
"Oh yeah –
I was expecting them. Thank you for
delivering those things from your mother Maisha," Agnes leaned back in her
office chair, "so are you all set for the party tonight?"
"I think I
am," the tall black girl sat on the edge of Agnes's desk. "Can I ask
you a question please Agnes?"
"Please,
go ahead."
"Do you
think they'd ever accept me as a student at the London School of
Economics?"
"You want
to go to the LSE?" Aggie looked up slightly in surprise.
"After all
the talk in France about universities I did a little research, and I looked at
their website and there are a couple of their courses that greatly appeal to
me."
"Alright
that I can understand," Aggie smiled.
"So is it
possible?"
"For next
year? Then probably not, but for you to
apply for admittance in 2018, if you did as well in your exams as I'm pretty
sure you could, then yes it could well be possible."
"So what
do I need do first?"
"Well
first let me talk to John and Shirley tonight, but if they want you to do it
then I guess we start making plans for you to prepare to take formal
qualifications." Smiling, she said
“just out of interest, has Ama said anything about
where she might look?”
“As of yet, no
– I think she is concentrating on other things at the moment. Are Laura and Miley looking forward to
tonight?”
“Oh yes – in
fact, they are probably talking to some of the others about it right now…”
Bayswater Road
“Oh come on – I
have to listen to them AGAIN?”
"You sound
like Fiona, complaining like this Edwina,” Clodagh said as she sat in the
armchair, Laura handing drinks round to the other girls as Aileen shook her
head.
"I just don't see what the fuss is about LeMachine
coming over from LA to play this party is all about."
"That's
because Mick is your big brother," Miley giggled, "to the rest of us
'normal' girls he is just the most handsome man on..."
"But he's
Michael?"
“She's like Fi,
she'll never get it," Kits laughed.
“But I for one am glad they got to come – even if we have to keep that
bit a secret between ourselves.”
“But what else
is happening tonight Kits?”
“Spoilers…”
Harrods
“Mandy,” Olivia
said as she looked up, seeing her friend coming to join Paula and Tamsin at
their table, “what brings you here today?”
"Shirley
and Agnes asked me to help chaperone the party darlings, and it gives me both
the chance to see my youngest son, and to do some more work on the burlesque
event."
"How is
that coming along by the way?"
"Well
between Dita, Tracy, and myself we have managed to
twist a few arms and ensure that several top dancers will be there."
"Sounds
good."
"It should
be. Coffee, please. So, between then and now?"
“We relax…”
1 pm BST
McAdam Associates
“Well, I have
to say it is a nice change for a weekend, coming this way,” Donald said as he
sat with Agnes.
“Of course you
were going to be here this weekend – and are you coming tomorrow night?”
“So long as the
redtops are not around,” Donald said with a smile as the door to the office
opened. "So what plans do you and
Colin have for tonight Sue?" Donald asked as she brought the coffees into
the inner office.
"Me, Lord Donald? A nice quiet
night at home."
"So not coming to the party?"
"I did
invite them both," Agnes spoke.
"No,"
Sue smiled, "all those teenagers aren't quite my scene."
"Since
when?" Donald smiled as well.
"Since I
realised that to them I'm a member of the 'older generation'," Sue shook
her head.
"Ah I
understand." Donald laughed lightly, 'that happens eventually to us
all."
"A few
quiet nights at home like this and maybe you'll have your own younger
generation?"
"That's
the hope Aggie," Sue both smiled again and blushed.
"You are
trying for a baby?" Donald nodded, "then I totally understand the
appeal of a night at home."
“Indeed – and
we need to head back soon. I suspect the
girls will be getting ready already…”
9 am
Yale
"So Mick
is in London Nell?"
"Yeah,”
Nell Rochermann said from the screen, her Harvard
room in the background, “he and the guys are going to try out some of the new
stuff for the album on a real audience."
"Sounds
fun, but I bet you'd have preferred him coming here if they have the weekend
off?"
"Of course
I would, or that I could be in London Cari,” Nell sighed, “but I'll be seeing
him next week, and he did sort of promise Agnes that he would entertain at the
girls party."
"Are you
and Ally going to be going to London for Mandy's burlesque thing?"
“We'd like to,
and Mom says we might even work up a three girl routine, but I'm all but snowed
under with work at Harvard and while I can justify a trip to Pennsylvania like
this, and to the Breeders Cup in LA, where at least I will get time with Mick,
I'm truly not sure if I really should take time to fly to London like
this."
"It's for
a great charity though."
"I
know," Nell sighed, "and with the dancers who are doing it then it’s
an honor just to be considered good enough to
perform. But we’re just going to have to
enjoy the race tomorrow instead…"
4 pm BST
Bayswater Road
"So for
now your surname will be McAdam?" Edwina asked as the younger girls tried
to help each other with hair and makeup.
"It will be," Miley said as she looked at her own reflection in the
mirror, "but when Mum and Dad get married then it's going to be Fitzstuart-McAdam."
"The Honorable Amelia Fitzstuart-McAdam,"
Clodagh smiled, “that sounds pretty good."
"Honorable?" Mylie looked quizzical.
"According
to my parents,” Clodagh said as she turned her head, “it’s odds on that one day
they'll make Uncle Donald a lord, which will make you an Honorable,
just as I'm a Lady because I'm a duke's daughter."
“You really think that will happen?"
"I'll take
bets on it," Aileen smiled as she looked in on the youngsters’
preparations.
“Seriously,”
Laura said as she sat with Kit, Liz and Eve, “it’s only a couple of months
since Miley and me were rooming in the Paddington dump, and now you’re saying
we will be The Honorable?”
“I imagine so,”
Kit said, “but for a moment, consider me – Lady Christine Mahan-Gaunt, Knight
of the Red Knife, Master of Ardray.”
“Well, when you
put it that way – good lord is that the time,” Laura said as she jumped
up. “Girls, is the bathroom free…”
6 pm
The Babbage home
"Well do I
look presentable?" Mike Babbage said as he did a twirl.
"Just about," Sherry laughed as she saw her husband in his suit and
open necked shirt.
"I can't
believe that I let you talk me into help chaperone this party."
"I think we are there as a bit more then chaperones darling. The girls
aren't going to be formally christened, but she wants Kay and Ray, Catriona
Cuthbertson, and us, to sort of become the girls’ godparents."
"I know,
and I think it’s a lovely idea." Mike sat on the edge of the bed.
"Agnes is finally getting the life she always dreamed of."
"I know,” Sherry said as she looked in the mirror, and slipped her
earrings on, “she'll have Donald as her husband, and two wonderful children of
her own."
"She's still working hard with the school as well you know?"
"I
do," Sherry nodded, "she's asked me if I'd consider helping out a little."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Do you
want to darling?"
Sherry turned
round and looked at Mike. "Well it
would get me out of the house a couple of mornings a week, and it is a very
worthwhile thing to do...I told Agnes I'd talk to you about it."
"Could you
fit it round whatever it is you are doing for Kay?"
Looking
carefully at her husband, Sherry said "For Kay?"
"Sherry darling, I may be up to my neck in these knife murders, but I'm
still at home some of the time, and I’m not blind you know... I saw the new computer, I overheard a
whispered conversation between you and Kay. I put two and two together,
remembered you are a genius statistician, and it wasn't hard to work out she
has you doing some analysis."
"Do you
mind?"
"Not
really," he said as he stood up, put his arm round her and kissed her.
"OH GROSS!"
"Don't you
two knock?" Mike turned and looked at Bridget and Richard and laughed.
“You never do
to our rooms,” Bridget said as she stood in her dress, Richard dressed like his
father. “So where are we going anyway?”
“Funny you
should ask…”
7 pm BST
Ublock,
The Old Truman Brewery, Brick Lane
“Well, at least
there is plenty of room,” Eve said as she walked into the large open space with
Kits and Liz.
“Well, I go the
feeling a confined space was the last thing we needed,” Kit said as she looked
to one end of the room, where a DJ was making the last checks on his
equipment. “Especially for later.” The DJ was on one side of the stage, on which
various instruments were set up – as well as four microphones.
“Well, it’s an
intimate gig, that’s for sure.”
“And we need to
thank you for that, Mick,” Kit said as Michael Treharran
kissed her on the cheek, “it’s going to be so good for them.”
“Well, it gives
us a very different audience,” Mick said as a group of children walked in, a
young woman standing with them as they gazed round.
“Kathy?”
“That’s right,”
the older woman said as Kit walked over, smiling as she said “and these must be
Laura and Miley’s friends from the school.
“Yeah, they are.”
“Hey Laura –
you look amazing, and so do you Miley,” one of the older girls said as they
looked at the latest arrivals. Laura was
wearing a black dress with short sleeves and a knee length skirt, while Miley
wore a green party dress, both with matching low heels. Donald and Agnes came in behind them, Donald
in a jacket, shirt and casual trousers, while Agnes was wearing a blue blouse
and jeans.
“Hey – we’re
glad you could all make it,” she said as the DJ started to play Adele, “help
yourselves to some food and drink, and above all have fun – tonight you’re
Laura and Miley’s friends, and you don’t have to worry about what anyone else
is going to say.”
“Come on,”
Laura said as she joined them, “this is Aileen, Clodagh and Edwina, they’re our
friends as well, and others are on their way.”
As the group
moved off, Kit smiled, her smile getting broader as she heard a soft Irish
accent say “well, it seems we arrived at a good moment.”
“Hey John,” she
said as she turned and kissed John Gaunt, “who have you brought?”
“Eric, Steve,
meet my girlfriend – technically she is the Master of Ardray
and the Knight of the…”
“Kit will do
fine,” she said as she greeted the other two boys. “The DJ should be starting in a few minutes –
feel free to eat, drink and mingle.”
“Come on boys –
I’ll introduce you to the Gaunt girls,” John said as he walked off.
“It would
appear things are starting nicely?”
“They are
indeed, Mummy,” Kit said as she saw Tamsin, Paula, Mandy and Olivia come in,
and then her smile broadened as she said “Fi – weekend down here?”
“Last minute
call, actually – but I needed a break,” Fi Treharran
said. “And I had to bring him along.”
“Laugh it up,”
young Michael said as he came in with two of his school friends, all wearing
smart jeans and sweaters. “This way
boys.”
As the room
slowly filled, and the noise increased, Kay walked over and whispered to Agnes
“Well, this is shaping up to be a good party.”
“It is indeed,”
Agnes said as she looked round. “Did
Sherry talk to you?”
“She is seeing
me tomorrow – she now has what we need to move at that end, with luck. But tonight – tonight is about them.”
White lips, pale
face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Lights gone, days
end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, for angels to fly
“It would appear the party is going well already,” Maisha
said as she arrived with Shirley and John.
She was wearing her black velvet dress with heels, the two adults more
casually dressed as she went to greet some of her friends from the tennis club.
Ripped gloves,
raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank
notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
But she don't want to go outside, tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
Its too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the class A team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside, tonight
And in the pipe fly to the motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly, angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
“That was Ed
Sheeran,” the DJ said, “and now a request for John and Kit.”
“Oh, and what has
someone picked for us,” Kit said as the music started to play, and then she
smiled as Phil Lynott started to sing Whiskey in the Jar.
"Who are
all those guys?" Steve Chancellor asked John.
"Haileyburians," John smiled, "the mother of the Cornwall boys
is an old friend of Dr Mc Adam, so I guess they were asked to bring friends
along."
"Do you
know any of them?"
"No, but
if I grab Laura here," John leaned over and kissed her on the cheek,
"I'm sure she will make the introductions."
"Introduce
you to who?"
"Those
guys over there."
"Well I
only know Sean and Niall, but I'll certainly introduce you to them."
“Hey.”
“Oh hello Eve,”
Maisha said with a smile, “you look wonderful in that dress.”
“So do you –
and it is good so many of your friends and those of Laura and Miley are here.”
“I know – they
do seem to be mixing well, don’t they?”
"Mmmmmm for once a party with plenty of guys to chose from," Aileen sipped her drink and looked round.
"The idea to get the boys to invite friends turned out to work well,"
Lizzie nodded to a couple of boys she'd met in Scotland once.
"And they
are of all ages as well," Fiona added.
"I didn't
think men were your thing Fiona?"
"They
aren't Eve darling, but at a thing like this me dancing with other girls might
just be a bit much, so it's nice to at least have a selection of men to dance
with."
“Just what I
was thinking sister,” Aileen said with a smile.
“Hey.”
Miley turned
and smiled as she saw Richard standing there.
“Hey yourself – fancy you been here?”
“Well, there
was this girl I was hoping would dance with me – if she wanted to…”
Miley blushed a
little, and then said “I’d like that very much” as they went onto the dance
floor.
"Well the
problem we used to have at school dances is starting to ease," Shirley
smiled at john as they stood watching the kids enjoying themselves.
"You mean getting kids from different schools to interact?" John
smiled back.
"I did."
"Well it took a while, but they all seem to be mixing now."
"Even the kids
from my school, and the people from Queens club are all starting to
mingle," Agnes added as she and Donald brought fresh drinks over to their
friends.
"It's nice
to see." John nodded.
"So did
Maisha tell you that she asked me about going to the LSE?"
"She
did," Shirley smiled again, "I'm happy that she's starting to plan
out just what she wants to do in life."
"Well it
will take some hard work on her part, but she certainly has a good enough brain
to do that."
"I agree
Agnes," John took a sip of his drink.
“This is some
party,” one of the boys from Queens said as he danced with Maisha. “I didn’t know you knew Mandy Carrow?”
“The
Marchioness? She is a friend of my
mother and father – as is Lady Treharran and the
others Paul.”
“Well, I’m glad
you invited me,” the redhead said with a smile as he looked at Maisha.
“I’m glad you
came,” Maisha said as she looked at him.
"Who is
the redheaded boy that Maisha keeps dancing with Shirley?" Sherry asked as
she looked over the dance floor.
"His name is Paul Ireland, he made the last 32 at Junior Wimbledon earlier
this year Sherry."
"Ah - that explains how Maisha knows him."
"Yes he's doing the Centre of Excellence course."
"Maisha seems
rather keen on him darling," Mandy drawled.
"Well he
plays tennis excellently, and he's handsome," Shirley smiled,
"remember when we were her age, that would have probably the guy for all
of us to be interested as well."
"That's
true," Sherry found herself giggling.
“But still, it
is clear she likes him,” Shirley said quietly, “I wonder if there may be
something – and if he knows Maisha really well…”
“Are we all
having a good time?”
The kids
cheered and clapped as Agnes came onto the stage.
“Look, as you
all know, you’re here to celebrate three of your friends now having a family
again after so long – but there are some people who wanted to say hello who
could not be here this weekend, for two reasons. First, most of them have to be at a race meet
this weekend, and secondly they kind of live a fair distance away.”
“What
Manchester?”
As the room
laughed, Agnes shook her head and said “no – I’ll let them explain.”
As the lights
dimmed, Maisha smiled as she saw Ama appear on the
screen.
“Hello London,”
she said quietly, “my name is Ama Jameson, and I and
my friends live in New York, but I am also a friend of Laura and Miley, and
Maisha – Maisha is like my sister. When
we heard over here about the party, a number of us wanted to say hello and congratulations
to them, but I wanted to go first.
“You see, like
Maisha I was adopted by my mother, and I have a younger sister Uma who was
adopted and lives in England. But what I
want to say is, like me, I know Maisha, and Laura, and Miley, are discovering
just how much their new mothers and fathers love and care for them – and I know
they will be happy as well to be with them.
“So
congratulations, all three of you – and I will see you in just a few days at a
big party over here – but right now, another friend wants to say hello to you.”
Maisha smiled
as the scene changed to St Angela’s, and she saw Pepsi sitting with Doc.
“Hi everyone,”
Pepsi said with a smile, “for those who don’t know me, I’m Nicola, and this is
Anna – but we’ve both known Maisha for a while, and we met both Miley and Laura
last summer.”
“We wanted to
congratulate all three of you,” Doc said, “on your adoptions. And we’re not the only ones who want to do
that – are we?”
“Hello
darlings.”
“Hey Kylie,”
Laura called out as she put an arm round Miley, who smiled as she remembered
what had happened when they went to Ardray.
“I also wanted
to offer my congratulations to all three of you, and I wanted to wish you all
good things for the time ahead. In fact,
I want to do it in a very special way, so I asked another good friend if they
would do something very special for you – and I hope, if we have timed this
correctly, he is ready.”
“We are – thank
you Kylie.”
As the screen
suddenly went blank, a spotlight shone on Mick Harran, as he said “Boys and
girls – and slightly older ones – we are LeMachine,
and this first song is for the three ladies of the moment – Maisha, Laura and
Miley. Hit it!”
The girls
started to scream as the band played, the boys singing one of their new songs
as they danced in front of the stage…
"How the
hell do these girls rate having Lemachine play their
party in person?" one of Billy's friends from Harrow as they stood by the
bar.
"By being wonderful people...and by their adoptive parents knowing Mick
Harran's parents, and him thus being considered a family friend," Billy
replied.
"I
remember him as a prefect when we started at Harrow," another boy spoke.
"Yes at
least he's one of 'us'," Billy looked over at John Gaunt standing with his
friends from Eton and wondered if inter-school rivalries were being put
aside enough tonight to go over and chat.
“There’s a lot
of kids I don’t know here – what school do they go to?”
“I think most
of the other friends of Miley and Laura go to a – a day school in London. They and Miley are home schooled just now, as
is Maisha the older girl.”
“This is one of
the songs from our new album – and each of you will get a copy tonight,” Izzy
said as the band started to play over the cheers of the kids.
"Wow can
you dance," one of the Etonians shook his head as he escorted Dawn back to
her friends, "do you take lessons?"
"No," she laughed, "but some of us practice together
regularly."
"You make
me look clumsy out there."
"You
aren't so bad,” she said with a smile, “you just need to let yourself go a bit
more."
"So where
do you go to school?"
"Here in
London," Dawn wasn't going to spoil this by telling him that she was a
runaway who slept on a friends floor.
“Nice – listen,
if you’ve got a pass out one night, perhaps you’d come to the cinema with me?”
Dawn looked at
him, not sure what to say, before she replied “let me think about that. I’d love a drink now though.”
“Coming up,” he
said as he walked away, and Dawn looked at Tiffany and Julie.
“OH my…. GOD,” she whispered.
“You’re not the
only one – let’s get a drink and talk…”
"Can I
have your autograph please?"
Aileen turned
round to see a blonde girl, about the same age as her, wearing a blue blouse
and skirt. “I’m sorry?”
“Can I have your
autograph?”
"You want
my autograph?" Aileen looked stunned for a second.
"I've seen
some of your pictures in GND ad's....you are one of those models aren't you?
I'm not mistaken am I?"
"No that's
me," Aileen laughed, "but how did you recognise me, I personally
think I don't look a lot like my pictures."
"Really?” The girl smiled as she said “I think you look
amazing."
"There are several women here are real top models, are you sure you don't
want their autographs instead?"
"Not really,
I want yours and... Would you like to
dance?"
Aileen smiled
as she said “why not” and went on the dance floor with her.
“Who’s that
dancing with Aileen,” Eve asked Liz.
“I think it’s
one of Aggie’s girls – why?”
Eve smiled as
she said “oh no reason…”
"My
husband has cottoned on that I'm doing some work for you Kay,” Sherry said as
she stood with her old friend.
"Oh - Is
he objecting?"
"To my major surprise, no he's not."
"Well I've
got someone I think I might want you to talk to coming to London."
"Talk?” Sherry turned her back to the others and
whispered “Kay, you said nothing about talking to people, only that you wanted
me to look at records and tell you what I could see in them."
"So is
there nothing in what you are seeing that you'd like answers to while we
interrogate this guy?"
"Interrogate?"
Sherry suddenly looked worried, "is this man talking to you of his own
accord Kay?"
"Well..."
"Kay it was because I hate crap like this that I turned down the
opportunity to join the Service in the first place."
“I know – it
was just a thought. I’m sorry…”
Sherry glared
at her friend, and then walked over to where Agnes was watching the kids dance.
"Do you
know anything about this man that Kay has hold of and was asking if I wanted to
interview Aggie?" she asked as she came alongside.
"No I
don't darling...and I'm not sure if it’s a topic we should be talking about in
the open Sherry."
"She all
but confessed that this man has been abducted by 'our' people."
"Well,
just sometimes, that's what happened..."
"AGNES! How can you be so casual about all this?" Sherry all but
screamed as she interrupted.
"By
trusting that Kay and the security and intelligence services know what they are
doing, and that the information this man has is of vital importance and that
can justify bending the rules."
"BENDING
THE RULES!" again Sherry got loud, "this man could very well have
been kidnapped Aggie, and he's almost certainly being held against his
will."
"I know,”
Agnes said quietly, “and most of my sense of morality is revolted, but I also
have lived near enough to the world in which this sort of thing happens, to
know it’s never done casually. Kay must be convinced this is of vital
importance if she's going along with it."
“But this is
extraordinary rendition – Christ Aggie, that’s Dubya all over again.”
“Except I don’t
think this guy will end up in Guantanamo,” Agnes said quietly as Bridget came
over with a dark haired boy.
“Mum – this is
Dave, he goes to a school near us. We
were wondering – could he take me to the cinema next week?”
"I don't
know which school they go to," one of Billy's friends from Harrow said as
he passed his friend a beer, "just it’s a day school."
"Some of those girls are HOT!" another boy said as he shook his head.
"Guys we
go to an all boys school, they let us out like this
and most girls look amazing," Billy laughed.
"Well they
aren't going to be top models like your Mom Bill, but they certainly aren't
bad."
"And at
the moment they only have eyes for Etonians," Doug sighed.
"That's
only because they've had the guts to ask them to dance and we haven't."
“The man has a
point,” Doug said as he looked round, “are we going to allow them the
battlefield gentlemen?”
“HELL NO,” the
others called out as they walked off, Billy shaking his head.
“It is a
strange feeling, isn’t it William – been the attached and responsible adult.”
Billy looked at
Mandy and shook his head as he said “Lord, am I turning into David – or Jack?”
“I hope not –
but I do hope you are growing up,” Mandy said as she watched some of the girls
been talked to by his friends.
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