The Letter
All the guests were seated around the table when Muriel Arbuthnot strode into the room, clutching the morning newspaper. She extracted a long white envelope from the pile and handed it to her oldest chum.A puzzled look came over Anna Clairmonts face. Who could possible know that she was spending the weekend with the Arbuthnots? Then she saw a familiar handwritting and had to smile at his ingenuity. She hoped her husband Robert, who was seated at the far end of the table, hadn't noticed, and was relieved to to see that he had remained engrossed in his copy of The Times.Anna was trying to wedge her thumb into the corner of the envelope, when suddenly he glanced acros at her and smiled. She returned the smile, dropped the envelope in her lap, picked up her fork and jabbed it into a lukewarm mushroom.She made no attempt to retrieve the letter until her husband had disappeared back behind his paper. Once he had turned to thie business section, she placed the envelope on her right hand side, picked up the butter knife and slipped it into the thumbed corner. Slowly, she began to slit open the envelope. (Having completed the task she returned the knife to its place bye the side of the butterdish before making her next move).
"Last night you were everything a man could ask from a lover. "Let me tell you what i have planned for our anniversary weekend while the prune is away at his conference in Leeds. She held down the envelope with her left hand, while she carefully extracted the letter with her right. She was about to turn back to the front page and read the letter again when she noticed the P. "I want to be tied up to a four-poster bed, with you standing over me in a police sergeant's uniform: truncheon, whistle, handcuffss, wearing a tight black outfit with silver buttons down the front, which you will undo slowly to reveal a black bra. She placed the letter on the table in front of her and turned to the second page. Anna turned, horrified to see her husband standing behind her and staring down at the letter, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "What maddens me most about your spending the weekend with Muriel and Reggie Arbuthnot is the thought of you being in the same bed as the prune. "how about you Robert?" Reggie asked. 'Anna raised her head and smiled, wondering where she could get her hands on a police sergeants uniform. You were exciting, tender, provocative, teasing, and, for an exquisite moment, a rampant whore. I can't imagine what the prune would have made of it, if he had seen you in your maid's outfit.
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