In the Third Person
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Photo-story from Janus 90 ‘The pest is here again. Crossing the road right now, Sugar.’ ‘Don’t call me that, Lydia.’ ‘But you are my sugar-daddy.’ ‘I’d hoped I was something more.’ ‘We’ll have to see, won’t we? I don’t know how I’m going to feel — I’ve never done this before.’ The entryphone buzzed from below. ‘Come on up,’ said Lydia coldly into the speaker. ‘You’ll find some clothes on a chair in the hall. You will change into them, and wait there until you’re called.’ They heard the lift in the mansion block rumbling upwards. ’My dearest,’ he pursued, ’you will feel as intensely erotic and stimulated as I feel just to look at you in that outfit. In this respect I know you better than you know yourself.’ Lydia had slipped off her Mandarin wrap and turned to him. She wore a skimpy bra and panties trimmed with lace; seamed stockings with suspender-belt, glossy shoes with five-inch heels. ...