I was abruptly aware of a feminine presence at my shoulder. Madam’s left hand docked with my right, and her slender fingertips guided the mouse, and clicked the left button. The screen altered to the familiar blue and gold tartan background and the usual forum titles appeared. ‘Ah good – its back.’ She sighed.
Her perfume – rose, bergamot, cinnamon, jasmine – and a couple of other things, wafted over me – her skin was glowing pink – a sure sign that she had been up to something.
‘James – would you bring your father some coffee – hot but not as strong as usual – I think he needs something restorative.’ ‘Of course, Madam.’
He didn’t quite click his heels, but he thought about it.
‘Have you thought any more about my suggestion – ‘
‘I haven’t had time – it really needs careful consideration.’
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