Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne working Overtime 1

Anne working Overtime 01. -- A personal meeting
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   A warm breeze came up the rugged mountainside from the sea and filled
Anne's thin white blouse like a sail to lightly caress her tanned body as
she walked over the terrace to her recliner under the huge parasol. She sat
down with a dark yellow drink in her hand, enjoying the smell of warm sand,
sun- baked rocks and salt seawater.
   The wind was exactly right to cool the terrace that otherwise would be
quite impossible to use because of the intense sun.
   From her position Anne had a wonderful view out at the enormous crater of
Lazithi, and around her the city of Thera pulsed lazily through the warm
summer day.
   Breakfast with black coffee and a shower had just about managed to clear
her head from a long, wonderful nights sleep, and maybe just a very small
glass of Metaxa too much, and she now just laid back and paid full attention
to the things her body sensed and felt just here and just now.
   She was proud, first of all. Proud. She had proven to herself -- and to
others -- that she was something, somebody, a person who could make other
people feel good, safe and relaxed in her company. Someone who meant
something to other people - someone who made a difference. This had paid off
handsomely, and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labour, and could
afford to pay full attention to her own life.


   She had always been a very shy and uncertain young girl, not at all among
those who enjoyed flaunting her stuff and getting attention everywhere. And
that certainly wasn't because she didn't look good enough to get attention.
She had collected her share of wolf whistles at campus, and had had a number
of dates and a lot of interest from the opposite sex. The realisation of the
fact that she probably was a lesbian came eventually, slowly creeping in on
her, and started with the feelings she had for one of the teachers. Mrs.
Langley was a professor in biology, a stunning woman in her early forties,
always perfectly dressed and perfectly looking. She was everything Anne felt
that an ideal woman should be; tall, strong, independent and with natural
authority. Mostly she had her dark hair set up in a tight knot, and wore a
suit with jacket, skirt, shirt and shoes in matching colours. Sometimes she
would wear gold necklaces or a discrete silk scarf with a matching arm ring
or earrings or other things that would underline her style and taste.
   Anne always felt a little strange when she was in her classes, and when
she addressed her, and her strong, blue eyes bore directly into hers, she
got totally weak and was hardly able to answer. Thinking back on this now,
she felt quite certain that the woman must have noticed that her behaviour
was a little strange. If she had been interested at all, she'd have many
chances to approach her, as she probably could read her mind like an open
book. The fact of the matter was, that Anne was deeply in love with, and
even full of desire for that woman.
   But no advances were ever made, and she didn't have the nerve to even
think of doing something on her own.
   So she ended up dreaming about her at night when she was alone and had
the chance to masturbate, letting her thoughts flow freely and imagining
herself kneeling down in front of her and very slowly raising her skirt up
above her hips. She would never be wearing panties, so Anne could just look
up at her smiling face with adoring eyes, wrap her arm around her hips and
whisper her name. As her teachers hand came down and rested on her head, she
followed it's ever so gentle guide in between her legs until her own lips
came into contact with the soft lips of her teachers mysterious pussy. As
her passion reached feverish pitches, there was no limit to how her
fantasies let this continue until finally her teacher orgasmed violently
into her hungry mouth, at the same moment as her fingers made her own little
cunny blow off its pent up frustration. The fantasies about her kept coming
back all the time, and growing wilder as it eventually got clear to her that
there never would be any chance to get further in contact with her teacher.
That's how Ms. Langley ended up just being the lady that made her young
pupil properly aware of her own feelings, without ever knowing what she
missed.
   After this she repeatedly tried to turn back to a "correct" lifestyle.
She continued dating boys and tried to limit her erotic fantasies to their
gender, hoping that her dreams of her teacher love would eventually fade
away. Actually after a while they did, but not the way she was planning. New
women crossed her path on different occasions, some of them affecting her
more, some less. But they all made her see and understand that this was
nothing that was ever going to disappear the way she was hoping. So, what do
a girl of her age do in such a situation? Ask her mother? Certainly not!
Father? Out of the question! They would never understand.
   There was quite a period after this that she really felt totally alone in
this world with her "problem", and she could just thank her own personality
and the self- confidence she had in so many other fields, that this didn't
develop into a major crisis in her life.
   The turning point came when she finally got the nerve to visit the school
shrink. It didn't make it easier that she happened to be just the kind of
lady that she actually felt attracted to, but the woman masterfully built a
relaxed atmosphere of frankness and trust that made it possible to open
herself completely to her.
   She came out of her office loaded with facts and statistics about her
feelings, quite convinced that she definitely wasn't alone, but maybe more
than ever uncertain about what to do next. The woman had told her that it
was she, and she alone who should decide whether to go carefully in the
direction of her fantasies, or choose a conventional lifestyle. She didn't
give her any clue about her own advice in this matter, as Anne was
desperately hoping she would. The only thing must have been the way she used
the word "conventional". From her it definitely had something negative about
it. But that wasn't exactly something that she could base one of the most
important choices of her life on!
   Still, on her own account she decided to leave the situation open, and
see what destiny actually had in store for her. Now that she was more or
less convinced that she could control her feelings, she could do as the
psychiatrist had said, and not focus on it as such a problem.
   The next months she let herself drift quite freely, focusing on her
studies and calming her nerves with her little finger when some new object
of fantasy passed by. She actually had several dates with a boy she liked
quite well, and who showed something she felt was a little more than just a
sexual interest in her.  Maybe that was the road to choose after all? But
still, she didn't feel very sexually attracted to him, and she actually had
all the time in the world, so she was quite clear about her unwillingness to
any kind of commitments at that time. Even this he seemed to accept, at
least for a while, and she really started to feel that she maybe could have
something with this boy after all. They eventually could get married, have
children, and everything would be fine.
   That was when destiny brought her in the arms of Jean.

   Jean Alden was her full name. She was a brunette at about 40 or a little
less according to Anne's judgement, with grey- green eyes and a body that
still had all features of a fit and beautiful lady intact. She had a most
convincing businesswoman- like appearance, using a classical style with
jacket, skirt or pants and medium high-heeled shoes. She always dressed
correctly, with discrete make- up and matching colours on arm rings, scarf,
belts, handbag and shoes. She had exactly the same effect on Anne as Mrs.
Langley had had, - maybe even stronger, - only that this time there seemed
to be some kind of interest in return. At least that was what she felt.
   Ms. Alden was a physio- therapist, who was hired in to a number of
education centres in the area for helping to develop or improve fitness and
training programs, and having classes in physiology. Ann saw her for the
first time when she was lecturing her and other classes about the current
plans for their school. She was completely stunned by her appearance, and
could not help but stare at her almost all the time.
   And it didn't take long for Ms. Alden to notice her. She had seen how the
woman's eyes seemed to kind of scan the classes as she was lecturing, almost
like she was looking for someone. And at the moment their eyes met, she
actually felt that she was homing in on her. It was almost a bit frightening
how her interest suddenly seemed to be returned, and her feeling of joy for
being noticed got mixed with the nervousness of someone being hunted.
   In class Ms. Alden wore a white coat resembling a physicians outfit,
covering her usual dress. This gave her an almost doctor- like appearance
that added to the image of authority that she communicated. To Anne she was
absolutely overwhelming, and she found herself hovering around in the same
cloud of wild, lustful fantasies once again, happily letting herself be
totally absorbed into this woman's powerful sexual sphere. Mrs. Langley was
gone forever, and this new woman took over her place along with the rest of
Anne's mind. Obviously the experience was so strong basically due to the
fact that she now felt the response in a entirely different way, that the
whole thing suddenly appeared as something more than just an impossible
dream never to come true, as had been the situation up until then. There was
a real possibility in this real world, that this woman in fact could be the
one laying on her back and letting her look after her desires. When Anne met
her gaze, she could imagine her face, slightly tensed with sexual
excitement, looking down at her as she herself lay between her wide spread
legs, lovingly tonguing her hard clit and massaging her tits with her hands,
feeling small jerks of excitement in her soft belly and thighs. The sheer
thought of it made her so hot she nearly had an orgasm right there in class.
   Of course she could be misunderstanding the whole situation. There could
be any reason for her to send the signals she did. But still; Anne felt that
this was different, and that the eyes focusing on her up there had a hunger
and some kind of promise and invitation that somehow convinced her that she
was not wrong about it this time. That lady in fact was ready for her
devoted caresses, she could feel it in every nerve of her body!
   But how to get closer to her? Anne knew she wouldn't have the nerve to
approach her at all. No way! She would die of shame right there and then if
she would just confront her and meet her eyes. Even though they were quite
close on many occasions, Anne felt she could just as well have been on the
moon.
   It was another month until she by chance ended up alone with her on the
way back from an out door training session with the class. Ms. Alden had
dismissed them and gone to her car for some things she needed for her next
class, while Anne was on her way in after talking to some of her friends.
They met right in front of the old, distinguished stone stairs up to the
school building. It looked like it all happened by chance, but Anne still
felt that the instructor had coordinated her activities to run into her. It
had nearly happened several times before, but she had always managed to
avoid a confrontation, nervous about how to handle it. All the time she felt
the lady's eyes on her, so she knew perfectly well that she was hunted, and
that she probably was looking for a proper chance.
   So, since she didn't pay proper attention with her navigations this
particular time, she faced her before she even knew it. It was quite a
shock, and she almost froze at the spot, completely unable to look up and
meet those burning eyes.
   "Well hello dear" came the soft voice from over her. "You're Anne, aren't
you?"
   "Yes ma'm, I am", Anne answered meekly, as she had to lift her eyes and
answer in a proper way. The teacher had the sun right behind her, so she
looked gigantic the way she hovered above her, her hair waving softly with
the light breeze. As she lifted a hand to protect her eyes, she was able to
meet the smiling eyes and generally have a closer look at this gorgeous
woman. She was terrified; straight out scared shitless, and felt like a
mouse. A microbe facing a mountain.
   She stood more or less totally lamed for a few moments until she was able
to get grip somehow, accept the fact that she after all was a person, even a
friendly one, and a person that could even make a major difference to her
life.
   "I've been looking at you in class" the woman told her, "and I've noticed
that you seem to have special talents in many of the sports we're
practising, especially track and field. Do you train on a regular basis?"
   Anne mobilised all her strength to pull herself together. She just had to
show a minimum of personality. Some kind of stamina. After all she was a
strong person, and the only thing special was that she was deeply in love!
   "Yes I do", she told her, trying not to sound meek. "My father was an
athlete for many years, in university and afterwards." The lady's face shone
still brighter; "That's great. The parents' influence is very important in
building the interests for sports. You know, I was looking fore someone like
you to see if it could be possible to build a group with special interests
for athletics and general fitness activities in this school. The professors
are very much in favour, and has asked me especially to try to encourage
this." She drilled her eyes into Anne's; "And I'm going to need some
students to pave the way, to be role models for the rest. If it can't be
trendy in some way, I don't think there is a chance to get the right
influence."
   Anne felt the eyes on her as a mental attack; "But I'm a senior, this is
my last year", she exclaimed.
   "I know, and that's why I want you! A trend maker should be a little
older, or have some other kind of advantage over the group she's supposed to
influence, right? And I feel you have both! I've been watching you, if you
hadn't noticed."
   Anne's heart sank. Was that why she had taken such an interest in her?
Nothing but a strategic move in the pedagogical development of the class and
the school. No response to the feeling she had for her?
   "But that's not all," she suddenly continued with a broad smile, as
though the disappointment had been written all over her face. "I think you
are an adorable young girl, and I'd really like to get to know you better!"
   Anne again felt more or less lame. The lady deliberately held in, leaving
them for a long moment in an embarrassing silence. She obviously knew
perfectly well that Anne wasn't able to get a damned word over her numb
lips. She could just feel how invisible waves of energy seemed to draw her
against this lady with such a force that she felt she was going to fall
helplessly into her arms. She knew this was it! Right this moment they were
in the process of being tied together in a way that would make them
inseparable. The feelings again totally overwhelmed her, and she felt how
she would sink into her arms, how she would caress her, please her, worship
her like a goddess...
   "Shall we? You don't want to be late for class, do you?" The voice tore
her out of her trance, and the hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly
as it gently motioned her towards the stairs. She felt like an idiot. Her
feelings were written all over her with red six feet flashing neon light
letters accompanied with sirens and heavy drums! She couldn't hide anything
in front of this lady. Nothing at all!

   That first meeting was the trigger. Already the next day Ms. Alden asked
her to stay behind after class. Not so that the others could hear. Just a
very short motion with a flat hand, indicating for her to remain seated. And
she did. As the classroom emptied, she strove to look terribly occupied with
organising her things, not to arouse any suspicion. When the door slammed
shut behind the last of her classmates, she felt the familiar nervousness
creep in on her, and again she had a hard time lifting her eyelids to face
the queen of her dreams. Ms. Alden stood up at the desk, smiling at her.
Then she came down towards her with her soft, elegant and oh-so-female
movements, her green eyes mercilessly locking her own. She sat down at the
desk next to her, crossing her arms over her chest, letting the silence last
just a moment longer than natural.
   "So hello there young lady! How are things today?" Anne managed to
squeeze out a meek "fine" until she was able to pull her self together
enough to get up and try to stand tall in front of her. She was glad to
notice that she was able somehow to control her shaking. But she still was
so nervous that she found it difficult to speak without revealing a
trembling voice.
   Again they stood facing each other a moment longer than "normal".
   "I suppose this is still too short notice, but have you had some time to
think about my request?"
   Anne got even more embarrassed. She honestly didn't think about that
still. Her mind had been all over the lady's body, worshipping every spot,
drowning in the cleft between the tits... and the ass cheeks! Caressing her
belly button, her thighs, shoulders ears and toes. Everything! But not with
the track and field athlete inspiration role! Not still. Not with this
personality hovering over her, eating her alive with her strength...
   "I.. I'm sorry; I was busy preparing for the... for the..."
   "Never mind, never mind," Ms. Alden laughed softly. "I shouldn't push
this so eagerly. But I wanted to tell you that I've got a lot of stuff back
in the instructor office that could be useful for you if you should want to
join in on my little promotion plan. Any time you would be interested, you
could come and have a look at it."
   She paused briefly before completing her message; "Then I can show you
anything I've got that you'd be interested in. I really think I have
something to offer you!"
   With that she gently patted her cheek, rose and went for her purse up at
the desk, leaving Anne behind in a cloud of feelings, ranging from burning
love to sheer curiosity. With a short, smiling "see you" the lady threw her
purse over her shoulder and disappeared out the door. The room was suddenly
extremely empty, and as soon as Anne heard the steps vanish, she jumped up
and practically rushed out of there in the opposite direction...

   That lady obviously was an expert in making Anne feel like an idiot. She
had always thought of herself as a sensible person, and sometimes she even
had the feeling that she could be quite cool with her friends. But when
facing Ms. Alden she was transformed into a wounded Indian timber-loading
elephant in a crowded glass arts exhibition (with a sore trunk). Everything
was out of control; her hands, the expressions on her face, the stuff in her
bag, notebook and pen, lipstick, mobile phone, shoes, hair and the panties
suddenly digging into her bottom crack. When all this fell out of her hands,
dropped on her toes, came out of position, rang, slipped and nearly
penetrated her ass at the same time -- as soon as the lady came into view -,
it was fairly difficult to appear confident and relaxed. Very difficult.
   And then she had to see -- to sense -- the vaguely indulgent smile on that
perfect face, to suffer the ironic remarks that she knew were held back and
never spoken out of sheer politeness only, to face the statement of the fact
that she would never in her life be able to unlock a door with Ms. Alden
waiting behind her.

   This all went so far and made her so confused that she started to avoid
her, and feel a sense of anger that she was able to bring her so totally out
of composure at all times. Until that day when she suddenly grabbed both her
hands in hers and squeezed. With a broad smile she locked her eyes with her
own in her typical way, and shook her lightly; "Relax Anne, it's just me!"
   "Yes, I'm sorry Ms. Alden" she replied, taking a deep breath to try to
meet her request.
   "Call me Jean, will you? To everybody else here I'm Mr. Alden. To you I'm
now Jean, OK?!?"
   "Yes... Jean".
   "Dear Anne, you're so tense and jumpy. Is something wrong? Is there
anything I can do? If it is, please tell me!"
   Anything she could do? Was there ever! She could love her to the end of
days. That`s what she could do! And she could let her worship her body and
kiss her feet all night long. That's what she could do!
   But in this world... what could she actually do?
   Anne suddenly realised that this was an extremely important moment, the
time to tell this woman at least something of all everything that churned
around in her head... if she really wanted to get somewhere. She got weak with
fear, and for a moment she thought she really was going to pass out. How
could she possibly express her feeling to a person who drilled her eyes into
the inner regions of her mind?
   For the mphth time she pulled herself together with the last of her
strength and looked up to meet the green eyes.
   "I don't know if I can tell..." she finally squeezed out when the silence
got unbearable. "I can't..;   I shouldn't...;   I must..."
   Jean stood for another moment until she let go of her hands and grabbed
her shoulders instead;
   "Tell you what; we've got fifteen minutes till your next class. Why don't
we go to my office, and I'll tell you my story. Then you can tell me yours.
Maybe then we can sort out a few things. That's fair isn't it?"
   Anne finally nodded.
   Already on the way back to the office, Jean was well into her own story.
Anne learned about her background, her long marriage, and the divorce three
years ago. In the office she continued with the process of starting all over
again at her age, how she chose what to do, who to work with and how to
organise things. Should she continue with her old career as a college gym
teacher, or should she go independent? She finished off by indicating to her
that the choices she had made had opened a lot of possibilities to her and
others, and that she later on might have something even for her!

   A few days later she again indicated to Anne to stay behind after class.
The conversation in her office had made Jean somewhat more human to Anne,
and she really was able to relax a little bit better when she herd the steps
coming her way, and Jean sat down at the desk beside her again. She had
taken off her white coat and was wearing her "business- suit" underneath, a
slightly different grey- green thing with a matching red scarf with white
lines across it, and a shiny white shirt. She looked just fantastic.
   Instead of torturing her with short moments of silence, Jean now
immediately started the kind of small- talk that she had been doing last
time back in her office, and when it subsequently was Anne's turn to get on
with her part, it happened so smoothly that she almost forgot to get
nervous. She didn't have the nerve though to touch into any of her feelings
for her own sex, and for Jean in particular, so they ended up chatting
almost like old girlfriends for a long time.
   That definitely broke the ice, and after that they had many
conversations, focusing mainly on Anne's coaching role for the potential
school athletes, obviously. But still Jean left her with the feeling that
she was special, and Anne's feelings of love and passion grew every passing
day.
   Until she finally got the nerve to tell her. Back there in her office.
She had mobilised all her strength, and then went on to try to express it
all in a frank and open way. Just how she really felt about her, plain and
simple. Only problem though, that at the very moment she got far enough to
know that her meaning was clear to Jean, her strength vanished, and she
broke down in tears. Jean was at her side immediately, holding her and
comforting her as she now simply poured out all the rest of it, all her
feelings, her dreams and her fantasies, completely without any thoughts of
the consequences.
   Jean listened in silence as she held her hands and dried her tears with a
soft towel.
   When Anne eventually calmed down somewhat, she grabbed her hand in her
own again, lifted her cheek and smiled into her face;
   "I knew from the first moment that you were made of the right stuff; a
girl with the right feelings for women. One with a desire to please a lady!
I also sensed that there was something between us, but I honestly didn't
know if you were just shy or if there was something more. After all many
girls of your age are very shy."
   She held in for a little while as Anne tried to calm down.  "Now, when I
know this things about you, - how you feel about me and about women in
general, I think there are things that you should know about me too!"
   She hugged Anne and was silent for a moment again. "I'll have to go now
though, and I'll need a little time to tell you. Why don't you meet me at
the parking lot tomorrow after school, and we'll have a little drive? OK?"

   More waiting, more nervousness and more or less sleepless nights. Anne
discovered that she was totally exhausted! She actually had been living her
ordinary life, done her training, her reading and attended the lectures as
usual. But still; the emotional tear took its toll, finally, and that very
morning she was supposed to meet Jean at the parking lot, she nearly
overslept. She had to run without any preparations, she didn't even have
time to comb her hair! And when she fell down at the seat beside Jean in her
cabriolet, she was all breathless and sweaty and messed up, again showing
herself from her worst possible side. Their meeting was supposed to be at
least a little bit discrete as well, but she felt everybody must have
observed her fierce tempo across the parking lot!
   As usual Jean was calm, relaxed, elegant and beautiful, though. She
smiled at Anne's attempts to freshen up a bit with the assistance of a back
mirror, then started up and took off down the hill in direction of the
Betsena highway. She chatted lightly as she let Anne calm down and finish
somehow. They were already speeding along the highway as she felt time was
right to bring up her part of their stories.
   "You already know about my background, about my marriage and divorce.
What I actually would like, is to get into some details about a few of the
activities I've pulled off together with some people I know since my own
years back in school. Some of these things are quite ordinary, like
establishing fitness studios and consultant branches for the schools in the
region. A few of the other ones are rather special though, and you'd never
believe me if I told you about it right here and now."
   Jean looked over at Anne with a seductive smile indicating that she had a
big secret to be revealed only when she would find the time right. She
obviously tried to make Anne curious.
   "I told you back in the office that there are a few things you should
know about me. Now you'll know!"
   She got serious; "You know I noticed you almost at once when I started
lecturing here. And I was from the very beginning thinking of you as a
possible participant in one of the activities I'm talking about! To be very
honest there are already someone special in my life, several actually. So
emotionally I'm quite happy with my current situation. But, don't let that
discourage you! If you're the stuff I'm hoping you are, I can assure you
there'll be a special place for you. Much more so than you could imagine!"
   Anne listened without saying anything. She was trying to understand what
the woman actually was saying. It seemed to her that she was in fact
intending to put her through some kind of a test. A kind of test that should
tell if she would qualify to be the special person in her life! What did
that really mean? Didn't she feel anything for her at all? Or so little
anyway that some kind of test would be the only decisive thing, not the
feelings she hoped she had to her?
   "I cannot say that I've found the really big love of my life though, and
I'm definitely looking! But I want that person to be someone really special
- obviously, and one of the ways to find out, is the one I'm thinking of."
   Again she smiled over at Anne; "How to say it in a proper way... well, I'm
a woman with a lot of emotions, a hot girl. At least that's how I feel. And
it shouldn't be a surprise that I enjoy a sexual relationship just as much
as the next girl. And yes, I do like girls! My husband sure was a jerk, but
I don't think that was the sole reason why I feel the way I do now. Rather
the other way around. We split because it got clear to me what my feelings
really were. And on top of that he was the way he was. That just made the
decision easier."
   Jean was serious again, and Anne thought she had seen even some pain in
those eyes through the fading smile.
   Those beautiful eyes. The eyes that just told her that she indeed meant
something to her. That told her that if things were right, she could get
that very special place in her heart!
   As she listened to Jane on the way back, her mind was focused on what it
would take to get there, and it was more and more clear to her that she
would do anything, anything, if she could reach her goal. Sure enough, the
woman was old enough to be her mother, but somehow that didn't matter. The
attraction was so strong that she felt eternal happiness by the mere thought
of resting in those strong arms, or -- her heart started pounding again --
between those strong thighs. The thought made her warm all the way through
as they drove back up the hill again. A combination of intense love and pure
passion!
    "Now dear Anne", she smiled as Anne opened the door back at the parking
lot; "here is my business card. On the backside I'll write you the name of a
restaurant I know and like about half an hour from here. To the north. If
you really are interested in finding out a little bit more about what I've
indicated to you, you should come and meet me there at this day and this
time. If you do that, then I'll know that you're interested enough to be a
possible participant in some of those very interesting activities I've told
you about. Then we'll see what stuff you're made of!" With the last words
she smiled, closed the car door as Anne was out, threw her a kiss and took
off, leaving her in a cloud of dust.
   Anne stood there at the parking lot for a long while afterwards thinking
about what the lady had said. Her strong attraction to her was mixed with a
feeling of uncertainty about what she really meant. Was she just
misunderstanding everything, or was this the ultimate chance to enter the
world of her fantasies, the fantasies that never seemed to leave her alone?
   She didn't know, but she knew one thing for sure; She really would like
to find out what it was all about. When would there ever be another chance?
   But, on the other hand, did she dare? Did she actually know what she was
doing? What she was now getting herself involved in? She wasn't stupid, and
she knew the lady didn't engage her like this just for nothing.  She just
wasn't that kind of person. Consequently, if she went on to see her at that
restaurant she was already involved, and whatever was in store for her after
that, it would be increasingly difficult to back out.
   She would have to think this over quite carefully before she took this
next step...  Quite carefully.
   But...  Deep inside she knew what she wanted to do...



   Suddenly she realised that a soft call had come from somewhere behind
her. She could hardly hear it through her doze at first, but when it was
repeated again a moment later, her mind was suddenly back at the sun- baked
terrace in Thera, and she lazily rose enough to recognize a familiar profile
standing in the door to the flat. A very familiar profile. It was her. The
person of her life! The one who had given her, and still gave her everything
she needed to be happy. Everything. She dropped her sunglasses back down on
her nose, and got up from her recliner. With a big smile she went over to
the other woman, kissed her hand and went with her into the cool inside of
their flat.