Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 08:50:44 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Square Circle. Part 3

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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				Part Three

   Anne landed at Heathrow just after lunch on the Saturday. Tanned from
the snow glare and carrying an extra bag that contained her duty free
items, and having the foresight to have a present for her husband in the
bag. She got a bus to Bishop's Stortford and then a taxi for the short run
to her cottage. A police car was parked outside, and the taxi pulled behind
it. She got out and the driver brought her case round from the trunk. She
paid him, opened the gate and walked up the path. Her heart had started
thumping as soon as she'd seen the patrol vehicle. It was now pounding with
every step she made toward her front door.

   `Excuse me,' a woman's voice came to her from behind. She stopped dead,
but didn't turn round till the voice spoke again.

   `Excuse me, but are you Mrs Seymour?'

   Anne slowly turned to see a policewoman standing on the path.

   `Yes. I am.'

   `Can we go inside and talk please,' the hand extended towards the
door. Anne turned and, putting her case and bag down, got her keys out of
her handbag and opened the door. She picked her bags up and went into the
sitting room with the young policewoman following her, closing the cottage
door behind. She put the bags back down and faced her.

   `Would you like to sit down please.'

   `Why?'

   `I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you.' Anne slowly backed away and
sat down, eyes wide as she stared at the woman.

   `It's your husband. He's had an accident and I'm afraid he's dead.'

   Anne dropped her face into her hands and sobbed.

   `Oh my God,' forcing pictures into her mind so that she could produce
real tears, and they came. She let them flow down her cheeks before raising
her head.

   `We only talked of something like this just a few months ago. What
happened? Was there a bank raid?' The tears now running freely.

   `No,' the young woman said sympathetically, `he was knocked down by a
car just outside on Thursday night.' Anne had guessed while in Switzerland,
that it would be done on the Thursday, so she had gotten rather drunk that
evening.

   `And there I was enjoying myself,' the picture of the young ski
instructor lying on top of her, his rampant sex bringing her to two orgasms
before he came with a tremendous burst inside her, `skiing,' she finished
with more sobs.

   `Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?' Anne nodded, fumbling with
her bag for some tissues. When the policewoman came back into the room with
the cup and saucer, Anne was sitting there with a little package in her
hand. She took the tea and held up the package.

   `I bought a little present for him too,' letting the tears run again.

   `Drink the tea,' the woman said softly, `it will do you good.'

   Anne wiped her face again and dutifully drank the tea.

   `Now you've had a very bad shock, but it's best to get it all done at
once. I'm afraid that you will have to come with me for a positive
identification. It's something that has to be done by the nearest
relative. It's cruel to ask you to do this, but it has to be done. Okay?'
Anne nodded, and got up and went out with her to the police car.

   They drove to the hospital and eventually arrived down in the morgue's
viewing room. She had to wait a few minutes while the policewoman spoke to
somebody outside the door, then entered and stood next to Anne at the
room's only window. An attendant wheeled a covered trolley before it, and
uncovered just the head of her husband.

   `Is that your husband, Robert Seymour?' Anne nodded, and the woman gave
a wave at the window and the attendant covered him up again. `Thank you Mrs
Seymour, I'll run you back home now.'

   The policewoman kept talking as they drove back, a common practice to
keep a conversation going so as to keep the other person calm and not dwell
on what they had just seen. Also it had another purpose, and that was to
find out where Anne had been that night. She answered all the questions
asked. Yes, a short break skiing in Switzerland. Last Saturday till
today. Talked of the lodge, the snow, the sun and the flights, and the
policewoman was satisfied when she let Anne out back at the cottage. Anne
thanked her for her kindness and no, she didn't want company, she'd rather
be left alone.

   It wasn't till the evening that it really hit home that he was gone. His
clothes in the wardrobe, his shaving gear in the bathroom and his slippers
by the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let her feet slip into
them and then she cried. She pulled the duvet cover over herself and cried
herself to sleep.

   The car was not found because the damaged Mercedes wasn't reported to
the police. It was noted down at Avis, but assumed it had happened in the
car park, so it only went through on their own insurance. They tried to
contact the woman who hired it, but the driving licence was out of date as
the woman had moved and not notified the D.V.L.A. about a change of
address.

   The autopsy had been performed that gave the cause of death as the
result of being struck by a moving vehicle. The inquiry confirmed that a
person or persons unknown due to careless or dangerous driving had
unlawfully killed Robert Seymour. The body was released and he was buried
three weeks after the `accident', attended by Anne and some of the bank
personnel.

   None of the three girls attended.

   During those three weeks, Jane and Penny had travelled over various
routes from Chelmsford to Malden on different days and at different times,
and finally decided on a location for what they had in mind.

   Francis, at the last meeting came with a good find. Somebody had used a
birth certificate as a book mark and she had found it after she had bought
a second hand book off a market stall. This she handed over and also lent
Penny a black wig she had bought some time ago.

   Now wearing this wig and a pair of plain glasses and armed with the
birth certificate, she visited various letting agents and viewed properties
close to William's favourite watering hole off the King's Road,
Chelsea. She settled on one just round the corner and less than two minutes
from the club. The rent was exorbitant, but she didn't argue and took it
for six months, paying in cash, using the birth certificate as proof of
identity.

   Jane went and hovered around Bagshot to pick up the local papers to
follow the progress of Anne's defunct husband, so noted the funeral date.

   An E-mail was sent Francis. From three to two. Prepare for visit to
States in three or four week's time. Advise when departure date fixed.

   Her heart leaped into her throat when Francis read this in the
café. She wiped the message and went straight to the pub and had a stiff
drink. In fact, she had two while sorting out what she had to do. First to
phone her daughter to tell her of the impending visit. Find out the plane
schedules and only then tell her husband after the flight had been booked.

   E-mails went out to numbers one and four to meet at the usual place,
giving date and time. Then a first class letter to Anne's address with just
a curt note. `Check E-mail. Destroy this note. Three.'

   Anne read this and destroyed it, and then next day went into Bishop's
Stortford to read the message.

   Jane told her husband, Michael, that she would be off visiting an old
friend and might stay the night.

                                                        *

   They met at Penny's house in time for the lunch she had prepared, Jane
being the first to arrive. They embraced and had what is more than a normal
kiss on the greeting of each other. Their eyes looking deep into each
other's as they broke apart, just as Anne arrived. She came through the
door, her face pale and drawn, and as soon as Penny embraced her, she burst
into tears. Jane quickly came to her side and held her as Penny did. They
slowly moved down to the kitchen, supporting Anne all the way and sat her
down in a chair. Penny quickly poured out a large vodka into a water glass
and handed it to her. She gulped at it and as the raw spirit hit the back
of her throat, she started to cough and choke. They patted her back during
the coughing spell, but it had done the trick.

   `I'm sorry,' she spluttered when she got her breath back, `I didn't mean
to make a scene, but...but, well I didn't know what to expect.'

   She got a handkerchief out and blew her nose and then wiped her
eyes. She looked up at both of them standing either side of her, holding a
hand each, her eyes shining.

   `Thank you. Thank you both,' she said softly.

   `Well it's your turn to help Francis now,' said Jane.

   `Anything. Anything at all!'

   `Don't be too anxious,' said Penny, `We've cast you in the starring
role.'

   `Oh, what's that?'

   `Well after spending odd days over the last three weeks casing the
joint, so to speak, we've come up with this.'

   Penny then produced a large piece of paper that looked like a map with
roads and river marked on it. There were other markings upon it, which
Penny went on to explain and reveal the plan her and Jane had come up
with. Anne clapped her hands and approved it wholeheartedly and forgetting
her recent loss, was all for it. Even the fact that she had to take all her
clothes off in front of a strange man, as if she hadn't done so in
Switzerland.

   `Well what do you really think?' Penny asked.

   `I think it will work,' said Anne.

   `What if he doesn't show. He might not take that route. Don't forget
that Francis is only away for two weeks,' Jane said, putting in her
pennyworth.

   `Then she gets an extended holiday till the job's done. So, did you
bring your car?' Penny asked of Jane.

   `Of course!' Jane replied.

   `Shall we go for a ride then and look over the area?'

   `Yes,' came from Anne and Jane.

   So off they set and Jane drove them with great expertise through the
traffic and emerged from North London on the road to Chelmsford.

   `Now this is the station.' It was an obvious fact, but Penny had spoken
up for Anne's benefit and was laying down the groundwork.

   `He picks his car up from over there,' indicating the commuters' car
park, `and he goes off this way,' she said, pointing. Jane then drove off
in that direction and followed Penny's advice as she had the map as to the
roads to take to lead them out into the countryside and the road to the
village where he lived.

   `We followed him last week and this is the route he took. We just hope
that he keeps to it' She pointed out the salient points and then where they
would be at the critical time. They then turned round and returned to
London.

   Jane asked if Anne minded being dropped off at the station, because she
had other things to do before returning home herself. Penny felt the inner
sides of her thighs start to tingle when she heard Jane say this. Anne said
it was fine, and so she was dropped off to make her way home. But just
before they reached the station, it was agreed that they go for the hit a
week on Friday, and to meet at Penny's no later than nine a.m.

   They were just turning into the street where Penny lived when she asked
Jane. `Did you really have other things to do on the way home?'

   `No,' was the laconic reply.

   The car was parked and Penny took from her bag a resident's parking
permit, which Jane put on the dashboard before locking the car. It was
still early evening and traffic wardens were still on the prowl. Penny
opened the door to the house and they both went inside and through to the
kitchen.

   `Do you live in the kitchen?' Jane asked.

   `Mostly. It's either here or the bedroom. Coffee, wine and food are all
here, and the t.v., if I want to watch anything while I'm cooking and
eating. Do you like spaghetti?'

   `Yes,' said Jane, somewhat surprised at the question.

   `Then you'll stay for dinner. Spaghetti Bolognese, but cooked the
Spanish way.' Penny bustled round the kitchen getting out all the
ingredients, and opening some wine, poured them both a large glass
each. Then she got out the makings for a salad and asked if Jane would like
to make it to go with the spaghetti.

   It was starting to get dark, but instead of turning on the light, Penny
got some candles out. The little ones that have different aromas when
lit. These were placed around the kitchen and they cast strange shadows in
the gathering gloom in that large kitchen. The Bolognese was ready, the
spaghetti was ready and the salad was on the table. A platter was filled
with the spaghetti and the Bolognese was poured over the top, seeping down
through the thin strands of pasta, and that was then placed on the table at
the end.

   Penny sat at the end of the table and Jane at the seat on the side, next
to her. Their glasses were filled with red wine that looked like blood in
the flickering light of the candles. They lifted their glasses in a silent
toast to each other and took a sip.

   `Let's eat,' said Penny, picking up her fork, and they both started to
tackle that huge platter between them. Napkins had to be used to wipe the
dribbles of sauce as it ran down chins. Jane giggled and started to laugh.

   `Sorry,' she spluttered, sending sauce in little spittle's across the
table. `I was thinking of that film, `The Lady and the Tramp.' You know
where the two dogs were eating spaghetti. The same strand; and their lips
met in a kiss and the she dog was so embarrassed that she blushed. Remember
that?'

   `I do!' Penny laughed with her, `I wonder if we'll find the same
strand.'

   `I wouldn't mind if we did,' Jane said quietly. Penny blushed and went
on eating.

   The meal, for them was finished, though the platter still had some
left. Both had given up and admitted defeat, sitting back and patting full
stomachs, a slight belch emerging which caused some laughter. Jane got up
and started to clear the table.

   `Leave that. I'll do it in the morning,' Penny said, so Jane sat down
again. Penny then stood up and stopped next to Jane. `Can I sit on your lap
for a moment,' she asked in a shaky voice. Jane moved her chair back
slightly for her to do so, and Penny sat down on Jane's thighs and put her
arm around her neck, her head in the hollow between shoulder and head.

   `I seem to be doing most of the talking at our meetings, but I'm not as
strong as it might appear. Are we doing the right thing?'

   `Of course we are,' Jane assured her, stroking the hair alongside her
face, `you're the strength of the circle.'

   `Am I doing this for personal reasons? Is it because the man I married
does not love me enough? I don't know. All I want is some loving. Can you
understand that Jane?'

   Her voice muffled in the shoulder of Jane, but clearly audible to
her. Also she was aware of the breast pressing against her, and she raised
her other hand and gently placed it on the other breast of Penny and gently
rubbed it through the material of her dress.

   `I love you,' Jane said in a soft voice, slowly massaging the breast in
her hand.

   `Do you really?' came Penny's muffled voice, her own hand covering that
of Jane's and lifting it, and slipping it inside the top of her dress so
that it touched and felt the bare breast and could also feel the hard
nipple.

   Jane moved her shoulder so that Penny had to lift her head, and as she
looked up, Jane's head bent down and kissed Penny on the lips and murmured,
`I love you, even if he doesn't.'

   `You'll stay the night, won't you? Take me to bed and hold me, and, and
love me?' Penny asked in a small voice.

   `Of course I will,' Jane said in her soft voice, her heart exulting at
how easy it had been to get what she had wanted since she'd first set eyes
on her.

                                                        *

   They made languorous love next morning when they awoke before having a
shower and then breakfast together. Jane giving a loving kiss to Penny
before leaving to go home. Penny, still in her bathrobe, returned it at the
door, and when it closed, smiled and hugged herself at finding a new lover
to replace William. So sexually excited was she at this, she actually fell
to the floor of the hall and rolled herself across the cold floor tiles to
cool down the heat that she had generated within herself.

                                                         *

   An E-mail from two to three gave date and time of departure and phone
contact number, and a code had been set up between Francis and Jane to be
used in case of any mishaps.

   With Francis leaving on a Tuesday, it was set that they would do the hit
on the Friday afternoon. Jane had been dropped off to take up her position,
and her car with Anne inside was parked just outside of Chelmsford on the
road that Stephen Mann should take to get home. Penny was at the station to
await his arrival, based on the notes from Francis. Each of them had a
mobile phone, which was crucial for them to know the intended victim's
movements.

   Penny saw him come out of the station and go to his car, and then
followed him out of the car park. She banged the wheel in frustration when
he took a different turning and was obviously not going by the route they
wanted. She called Anne and then Jane to tell them that it was off.

   It was a dispirited group that made its way back to London that
afternoon saying that they would try again the next week. On the way back,
Jane stopped at a call box and put through a call to the States and gave
the code word to Francis, which in effect, gave her another week
there. Francis then sent a telegram to Stephen saying that she was staying
for an extra week.

   So the following Friday, Jane was hidden up in the copse, Anne was
waiting in Jane's car, parked on the side of the same road from Chelmsford
and Penny was in the station car park. She perked up when he came out of
the station, and as the week before, followed him out of the car park. This
time, he took the road they wanted! At her designated point, Penny phoned
Anne and told her to go. Then alerted Jane that it was a go!

   Anne put the phone down and got out of the car, and then started to walk
along the road. It was a nice hot summer's day and she had taken off her
panties and left them in the car. Her only clothing was a short halter top,
without a bra beneath it, and a very short skirt and a pair of shoes. She
walked along the country road for at least a quarter of a mile before she
heard the car coming up from behind.

   Anne turned and stepped out into the middle of the road, jumping up and
down and waving her arms. With the short halter top she was wearing as she
jumped about, showed it was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her full
breasts bounced about and the lower curve of them could be seen quite
clearly.

   Stephen brought the car to a halt and Anne jauntily bounced her way to
him. Her breasts doing what they were intended to, and that was to attract
his attention.

   `Could you give me a lift into the village please? My car broke down and
it's still a long walk.' Her smile was sweet and seductive. He remembered
passing a car by the side of the road and surmised that that was the car
she was referring to.

   `No problem,' he said, `jump in.' He watched her get in, and was sure
that he had seen a bit of muff as her legs had parted to get in the car.

   `We could go back for me to have a look at it, if you want?' he said.

   `Oh, don't bother! It's my brother's stupid car. I'll tell him where it
is and he can come and fix it.' She gave Stephen a sweet smile.

   `Let's just get going.' He put the car into gear and started
off. `Better put your seat belt on,' he said.

   `Oh I can't bear those things. It squashes my tits,' was the saucy
reply. `Look!' and she made a show of the belt pushing her big tits
apart. Stephen had already begun to sweat. Her short skirt had ridden a
little up her legs and he could see the upper parts of her thighs, but just
not enough to be sure if she was without panties. He felt himself getting
aroused.

   `Phew! It's bloody hot today, isn't it?' she asked, her hands flapping
the lower part of her top. `Do you live round here? I used to. I used to
come out on this road and go to the river for a swim every summer. Do you
know it? We used to go skinny dipping, and I still do when I get the
chance. Do you ever go skinny dipping?'

   `No,' was the reply.

   `Oh you should try it. It's fantastic! Everything floating free in the
water. There!' She pointed, `It's just down there, down that track. Do
come, please?' He shook his head, but he had slowed the car down.

   `Well let me go for a quick dip. I'm so hot and sweaty,' she paused, `in
all the right places. You can watch if you want,' she said slyly. That was
enough. He swung off the road and followed the track down to the trees.

   `He's taken the bait,' Penny said to Jane, from her phone, following
half a mile behind, `be ready.'

   Stephen drove the car down the bumpy track as Anne directed and pulled
up under the trees by the river. Anne was quickly out of the car and ran
past a small rickety bridge, to a spot beneath a great big oak. Here she
turned and waited for him to come to her. Anne stood there, her hands up
under her top, obviously caressing the breasts beneath.

   `Are you sure you won't join me?' she asked, taking his hands.

   `No. I'll just watch, as you said.'

   `Well sit down here,' she pulled him to a fallen trunk and pushed him
down to sit. Then she moved back and then slowly pulled her halter over her
head, Her breasts taut and upstanding were revealed to him as she pulled it
off. Then with a smile, her fingers undid the clip of her skirt and let it
fall. He found he was fully aroused as she revealed the tidy bush between
her thighs.

   This was the last thing he saw as Jane crashed a heavy round stone to
the top of his head.

   Jane had watched the car turn off the road and approach the trees and
then concealed herself in the bushes. When Anne had sat him down and
started to strip, she moved up behind him and dealt him the knockout
blow. She dropped the stone and looked at Anne, standing naked there before
her instead of watching Stephen crumple at her feet. She orgasmed, but was
not sure if that was due to looking at Anne there in all her glory, or the
fact she had just possibly killed the man at her feet.

   It was difficult for her to move as Anne came over and knelt down next
to Stephen. `Come on,' she said urgently. With the wetness between her
thighs and the shakiness of her legs, it was hard to bend down and grab the
shoulders of the man while Anne lifted up his legs. They carried him to the
river and tossed him in. Anne then went into the river and sat on the body
that was face down.

   `Hurry up,' she said, `this water is bloody freezing.' Jane then hurried
off to the rickety bridge, picking up a large branch as she did so. With
this branch, she smashed it down on the frail rail, splitting it in
two. Then with her gloved hands, brushed away any remaining bark from the
break.

   Throwing away this branch, she then went and gave a wave to Penny,
waiting up on the road in her car. Then back to the river, pausing to heave
the stone she had used into the river and to help Anne out of the cold
water.

   Anne had been sitting on Stephen's body, face down in the water while
Jane broke the balustrade of the bridge. Now very cold indeed, she pushed
the body out into the slow flow of the river and used Jane's hand to help
her out onto the bank, stepping out onto the towels Jane had laid out for
her. When clear of the bank, she started to rub herself dry and didn't
object when Jane gave her a hand, nor notice where the hands went.

   Penny pulled up at the edge of the trees and the two girls scampered out
and into the car. Penny turned the car round and drove back up the track
and out onto the road.

   `How did it go?' she enquired.

   `Just as we planned. To the letter!' said Jane, `Anne looked beautiful
back there in the trees. He couldn't take his eyes off her when she
undressed.'

    `It was so exciting! I've never done anything like that before,' said
Anne, her voice conveying the thrill that it had been for her. `But that
water was bloody cold!'

   Penny drove on till they reached Jane's car, where Jane got out from
Penny's and climbed into hers.

   `Anne? Do you want a lift home? I can go past your place.' Anne said
okay and got out of Penny's car. Penny caught her hand.

   `Take care Anne,' she said softly.

   `I will,' and she gave Penny a brief kiss on the cheek. `See you later.'

   `I meant with Jane,' she said softly under her breath as Anne got into
Jane's car. She followed Jane's car to Chelmsford where with a toot of the
horn, the two cars parted company.

   `You did well back there Anne,' Jane said, `especially when he saw
this.' Her left hand flicked up the skirt of Anne to show the hair between
her thighs. `Then these breasts of yours,' her hand then brushed the
nipples that were prominently showing through the thin fabric of the top.

   `I...I can't explain it. I actually got a sexual thrill from showing my
body like that. It's the first time I've ever done anything like that, and
it was...it was exciting.'

   Jane let it drop there and concentrated on getting Anne to her home as
quickly as possible. She didn't need to be told the directions and it
didn't register that Jane obviously knew where she lived. She parked the
car by the side of the road, one cottage down from Anne's and walked back
to the cottage with her.

   `Can I come in for a drink?' Jane asked, `I could really do with one.'

   `Of course,' Anne said, opening the door and letting them both inside
the cottage. They sat there, opposite each other with their drinks to hand.

   `Did you really get a thrill there in the trees.' Jane asked.

   `Oh yes. It was wonderful. I got some kind of sexual thrill out of it.'

   `Would you like to experience it again?'

   `How?'

   `By us going through it again. I'll pretend to be Stephen and we can act
it out again to see if you get the same thrill. I'm sure I will.'

   `You felt it too?'

   `You do not know how much. You were wonderful in that performance. So
much so, that I would like to see it again.'

   `You would?'

   `Yes please.'

   `Well I've led you to the tree trunk and you've sat down, right? Then I
took of my top very slowly, like this.' She slowly pulled the top up so
that her full breasts were very taut as she took it off.

   `Then I undid the clip of my skirt and let it fall to the ground.' Which
she did as she spoke. `And then you were behind him and hit him.'

   Jane looked at the full naked body of Anne standing there, and mentally
licked her lips.

   `But what if he had got up before I could hit him. Like this,' she said,
standing up and moved across to Anne.

   `What if he had taken your arm and led you back to the fallen tree and
sat you down on his lap.' Jane was doing this very action as she
spoke. `and then put his hand upon your breast like this.' Her hand cupped
Anne's full breast and gently moved her hand on it.

   `I...I...don't know. It wasn't supposed to happen.'

   `Then he might have put it here.' Her hand left the breast and went
between her legs.

   `No no,' she pushed Jane's hand away and got up, shaking, `it couldn't
have happened that way.' Her voice was trembling as she moved across the
room and gathered up her skirt and put it on. `You would have hit him
before he did anything like that.'

   She put her top on as well and quickly drained her glass. `I...I think
you'd better go now,' her voice still shaky.

   Jane gave her a slow smile and finished off her drink.

   `Yes I'd better just do that. Thanks for the drink and I'll see you
later.'

   After she had gone, Anne poured herself another drink and sat down in a
chair, her legs still trembling. She'd nearly fallen for it. She'd liked
the hand on her breast, but it was the quickness of that finger sliding up
into her innermost part that brought her to her senses. If Jane had been a
bit more patient and progressed slower, she might have gone along with
it. But, she said to herself, she'd rather have a man's hard thing up there
than a woman's finger. She didn't feel like cooking any dinner for herself,
so she just finished the drink and went for a bath before going to bed.

   Penny, as she drove home alone, wondered if Jane would get her way with
Anne, and if she did, how would it affect the group? But she would find out
soon enough, so put it from her mind. There were still two to go, one of
them being her William.

   So she went over the rough plans she had in her mind for the rest of the
way home.

                                                         *

   Francis arrived at the airport on Tuesday evening and said to hell with
trains, and lashed out on a taxi to take her home. The house was in
darkness and Stephen's car wasn't in the drive. She went in and made
herself a sandwich and fixed a drink and sat down in the kitchen to consume
them. She had been tingling all the way from the airport, and now was
pretty sure that the girls had done the deed, with the house being empty as
it was.

   Forewarned about this by Jane, that there was a strong possibility that
he might not be found by the time she got home, so she was to remain
calm. She then followed the advice that Penny had given her. Think
logically. You come home; he's not there. He might have mistook the date
and was staying somewhere else for the night. Wait till the morning before
phoning his office, asking to speak to him.

   This she did, waiting till after ten before ringing his office. A female
voice answered, and on hearing the query, replied that he was not in; and
hadn't been in either Monday or Tuesday.

   Francis then asked to be put through to his immediate superior, and when
the connection was made, asked if her husband had been sent out on some
particular job, or whatever. With the answer being in the negative, she
explained that she had arrived home from the States the previous evening,
but found that her husband wasn't there to greet her. His car was not there
either, she added, putting a little hysteria into her voice. The voice at
the other end of the phone hearing this, tried to calm her by telling her
to ring the police. Not wanting to put into words that he might have had an
accident, which was what he was thinking.

   She broke the connection and rang up the local police station, saying
that she had been advised to, that her husband appeared to be missing. She
told them the same story, and they said they would send somebody round.

   It was nearly three hours later that a small police car pulled up at the
front door. Francis had it open as a young policeman and policewoman got
out of the car. She was wringing her hands together as she waited for them
to approach her. They all went inside and she told them that she had been
visiting her daughter in the States and had come home to an empty
house. She also phoned his place of work, but they hadn't seen him since
last Friday, and it was now late Wednesday afternoon. No, she hadn't phoned
the hospital, in any case, which one should she have phoned? The one in
Chelmsford, or any of those in between there and London? She made herself
become quite hysterical and the policewoman calmed her down, saying that
they would do the checking for her.

   So he was reported missing.

   It was Friday morning when she saw the policewoman come up to the door
to give her the news that her husband had been found. She wouldn't give any
details only that he'd been found dead in a river. Francis broke down and
was comforted but it explained that distressing as it was, she would still
have to identify his body. It was a nerve wracking experience and the
autopsy showed that death was due to drowning. The blow to the head was put
down to his falling from the bridge, and being rendered unconscious,
drowned. The verdict was accidental death.

   He was buried a week later.

                                                         *

   Penny gave Francis three weeks before contacting her through their mail
system, and when they met, she wasn't sure what to say until Francis
thanked her for freeing her to start life again.

   Pleased with this, went on to tell her of the plan in respect of her
role in seeing to William Swithers.

   Francis agreed and was therefore in London every Monday until Tuesday
morning. This first Monday, they went over the plan once again with Anne
and Jane, and they all went and saw the flat that had been rented and
Francis made her move that very evening.

   Francis couldn't help but laugh afterwards. It was so easy to snare
William Swithers. She might have been thirty nine years of age, but she
still had more knowledge of how to handle a man than girls of half her age
did.

   She was in his favourite haunt before him, sitting at a table,
waiting. He entered with two of his male friends and sat down on a stool at
the bar. Fortunately, he sat at the end of the three and not in the middle,
otherwise she would have had to wait till later. But he was placed exactly
for what she had in mind. A full pint was in front of him when she went up
to the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary. When it came, she paid the barman and
with an adroit movement, managed to turn and knock his pint of beer into
his lap, and at the same time, send her own drink down the front of her
white blouse.

   Profuse apologies were spilled out, and a bar cloth in her hand tried to
mop the front of his trousers, whilst trying to wipe the front of her
blouse. Being bra-less, her attempts to wipe herself only pressed the wet,
red stained blouse tighter across her breasts, making the nipples beneath
stand out more prominently.

   `Look, I can only apologise, but I'll make it up to you, and buy you
another beer or two, but I'm soaking wet and so are you. I've just moved
into a flat that's literally just round the corner. Why don't you come with
me while I change and at least try to dry your trousers? Then I will buy
you another drink afterwards.'

   With a laugh and a quick joke to his friends, he followed Francis out of
the bar and taking her arm, asked how far away was her flat. They'd left
the bar and turned left in the King's Road and took the first turning on
the left, and he'd only just finished asking the question when she pointed
that they were there already. This being the flat that Penny had rented
with the aid of the birth certificate. She already taken the trouble to
make it looked as though it was lived in, food, crockery, things around the
small lounge. Also a made up bed and a wardrobe full of clothes and the
bathroom full of toiletries and towels.

   Francis used her key for the front door, which led into the foyer, and
they went up one flight of stairs to the flat. Another key let them inside,
and she led him straight down the hall and into the bedroom.

   `I must get out of this sticky blouse,' she said over her shoulder,
going past the bed and into the bathroom. `My name's Ruth by the way,' she
called out. This being the name on the rental papers. `What's yours?'

   `William,' he called out, moving round the bed, and then stopping when
he could see her reflection in the full length mirror of the
bathroom. Francis had just taken off her blouse and he could see her full
breasts quite clearly, then the triangle of hair as she dropped her skirt
and panties.

   `I won't be a minute,' she shouted above the shower water's noise that
she had just turned on. `I'll just get this yuk off and be right with
you. Make yourself comfortable.'

   Being the man he was, he couldn't help but be aroused as he had watched
her strip and get into the shower. He took his jacket off and threw it onto
a chair and then took off his trousers and underpants. He waited till the
water was turned off and she had started to dry herself on a large towel
before he walked into the bathroom with his trousers over his arm and his
arousal very evident and to be seen below the front of his shirt.

   `Wow,' she gasped as she saw him standing there before her. `Someone's
pleased to see me,' she said looking at his naked lower half, but holding
her towel in front of herself. `I didn't mean get that comfortable,' with a
little laugh. `I haven't seen a sight like that for three years now. Not
since my husband died.'

   `My god you're beautiful,' he said moving close up to her, and dropping
his trousers, pulled the towel away from her hands. He looked her up and
down.

   `That's why you can see what I`ve got. So it's been three years you've
gone without it. With that body I can't imagine why!'

   Francis managed to look coy as he moved closer still and took her in his
arms, his manhood sliding up her stomach as he held her close and buried
his face into her neck as he kissed her there. Her hand went slowly to his
shoulders and slightly moved her feet so that what he had rubbed between
them.

   `What about your trousers,' she whispered.

   `Sod the trousers,' he said, transferring his kisses to her lips as he
turned her round and moved her backwards out of the bathroom till they fell
onto the bed.

                                                         *

   `What about that drink I promised you,' she said softly as she cradled
his head against her breast after having an hour of expert loving from him.

   `I'll take that drink here,' he murmured as he began moving down her
body as he kissed her.

                                                         *

   Oh why are you getting rid of him Penny? Francis thought. He's fantastic
as she had another orgasm. But then remembered Penny had said that
everybody but her was getting it from him.

   It was another hour later and they were both dressed when he asked if he
could see her again. Francis explained that the only evenings she had free
were Monday's, as she was over at a friend's place every evening for
studying. It took some little argument, but she got her way and they agreed
to meet the next Monday, but at a different bar. She said that she didn't
like drinking on her own doorstep.

   Penny knew that contact had been established by the fact that William's
trousers were badly crumpled and he had gone for a shower as soon as he had
arrived in their bedroom. Also that with just after a few words between
them, he fell asleep. She grinned as she settled herself down for the night
too.

   Francis met William in a bar of her choice the following Monday where
they had a drink before going to a small Italian restaurant for
dinner. Then it was back to Francis's flat where he spent the night. After
doing it twice, she was cuddled up to him and said that next week, she
would like to be taken to a theatre before dinner. This he agreed to, so
the girls were advised to be in their positions at the appointed time.

   On Friday, Penny left London and flew to Paris for the week to visit
with some friends.

   Monday night arrived and William met Francis, in a different bar this
time, and went up to a theatre in Leicester Square, and after the show, had
dinner. He didn't notice that Francis was clock watching, and at the right
time, she suggested they went home. On leaving the restaurant, she hugged
his arm and said that she wanted to go by tube. He objected, but she got
her way, and dragged him down to the underground station. It was only a
couple of stops, he argued, but laughingly agreed to her whim.

   Francis checked her watch while he got the tickets and she took her time
getting down to their platform so that they arrived just as one was
leaving. William remarked on them missing it, but she said that there would
be another along in a few minutes.

   She wandered down the platform till she was about four carriage lengths
from the tunnel entrance and then stood near the edge. William suggested
that they move back a bit, but she pointed out that the station was filling
up fast, this being the last train. He looked round and saw that in just
the few minutes that they had been down there, the platform was almost full
up with people anxious not to miss this train.

   Francis had seen Anne and Jane move up close behind them so it was time
for her to get out a small bunch of keys. These she juggled in her hand,
tossing them up a little way, and catching them as they fell. She could
hear the train approach, and as she saw the lights approaching the exit
from the tunnel, she dropped the keys at his feet. It was an automatic
reaction on William's part, to bend down to pick them up.

   The train burst from the tunnel with its loud roar as William's hand
touched the keys. People were moving about and swaying and he was nudged on
the shoulder and on the hip at the same time. They were quite hard
nudges. Hard enough to send him off balance and off the edge of the
platform.

    There were screams from several women further up the platform as the
front of the train struck him, hurling him forward and down beneath the
wheels. The screeching of the brakes drowned out the screaming women and
the shouting of many people. The area from where he had fallen was suddenly
clear, a semicircle of empty platform.

   Francis had melted back into the crowd, and Anne and Jane weren't to be
seen anywhere. Many people left the station knowing that that train
wouldn't be leaving for quite awhile. Francis was among them.

   The ghouls and attention seekers were the only people to stay, all
claiming to be witnesses so that they could see the ambulance men retrieve
the body of William from the track. He fell, was pushed, suffered stomach
cramps and slipped, jumped and the witnesses described many more ways as to
how William Swithers met his end.

   Francis was gathered up by the girls a little way from the station where
they had been looking out for her. They walked a little way and went into a
crowded bar.

   `I needed that!' said Francis as she drank her large gin and tonic,
straight down and ordered another. Anne and Jane followed suit.

   `I didn't like doing this one,' she whispered, tears in her eyes, `I was
becoming attached to him.

   `But it wouldn't have lasted long,' Jane said, `well, that's according
to Penny.'

   `What do we do now?' Anne asked. `We can't meet at Penny's now.'

   `We just have to wait at home until she contacts us.' Francis said,
knocking back half of her second drink.

   `On the Internet you mean,' interrupted Jane.

   `You know what I meant,' Francis said testily. `I do know that she wants
to know the date of the next race meeting at Warwick?' looking at Jane.

   `That's in about six week's time. Is that when she wants to do it?' Jane
asked, her hand still trembling from what she had done at the
station. Francis nodded as she finished her drink and ordered another
round.

   `She's found an hotel just off the M25 at Heathrow for the job. Look
Jane. You don't really want to hear this. The less you know the better. All
you've got to do is make sure your man goes to that meeting. Give Penny the
date of the last day of the meeting, and you can be away off on your cruise
till it's all over.'

   `You're right! I don't want to know.' She finished her drink and giving
each girl a kiss on the cheek, said goodbye, and left the bar to go home
leaving Anne and Francis in the bar.

   `Now Penny told me before she went off, what she had got planned. This
was because she would have to be careful when she came back,' as Francis
then told Anne their role in the rubbing out of Jane's husband.

   `So it's just a matter of waiting till Penny gives us the go ahead,'
Francis finished off.

   `When did she sort all this out?' Anne asked.

   `Weeks ago. She's been scouring round hotels to find one that would fit
the bill. Also she knew that she wouldn't be as free as she was on this
night. For a few weeks at least,' she added.

   `That's why she told me exactly how it could be carried out. So we just
wait for her to say go.'

   With that, they finished their drinks and because of the lateness of the
night with their last train having already left, went to the flat in
Chelsea for the night, leaving the following morning.

                                                         *