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?Hi, Sweetheart.? Denise was behind the bar in her gay-friendly pub. ?Glen?s a bit tired so I am doing her shift.??You?re a softie. Or is she tired because you?ve worn her out??Denise gave an enigmatic smile. ?Merlot???You know me to well. Has Clemency been in???I haven?t seen her and, boy, she?s noticeable, isn?t she??I wasn?t going to argue with her. I?d almost persuaded myself not to come out that evening, but I didn?t seem to be totally in control of my mind. Strange things, the silk handkerchief, my locket, the refilled glass, not forgetting my dreams. Such dreams: they were vivid, erotic and draining. They seemed almost more real than my waking events. Just the thought of that second dream made me wet. The way her tongue, I?d known it was her tongue, invaded me. Christ.I stayed for two glasses but she didn?t turn up, so I grabbed my coat, said goodbye to Denise, who gave me a sympathy hug, and left. I turned up my collar against the chilly breeze and clattered my way along the dark streets. Rounding a corner, lost in thought I almost bumped into someone. I muttered an apology and walked on. I stopped and turned round, but whoever it had been was gone. I turned again.?You really should watch where you?re going, Maggie.? Clemency was in a long black cloak. She smiled at me, and swept her hands along her cloak as if modelling it. ?I was working, and only just got away.??You could have called me.??Well, in a way, I did.?That bloody did it. ?OK, I?m done with this woman of mystery shit. You know you didn?t call me in any sort of way. You?re just playing fucking mind games and I?ve had enough.??Why did you walk this way???What do you mean???It?s hardly the obvious way to get to your home, is it???How would you know???Am I right??Of course she was right. I had no idea, not a clue as to why I had chosen this route. It was probably Demetevler Escort (http://acilankara.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) half a mile longer than the normal way. I wasn?t even sure I knew this street.?This,? she said, pointing to an arched doorway to one of the elegant Georgian houses in the City, ?is my home. Fancy a nightcap???No more mind fuck???I can?t guarantee that,? she said with a smile that was conciliatory. Without further words she walked up the three, well-lit steps to the front door and opened it. I stood for a moment, watching her, and she looked over her shoulder to encourage me to follow.Had I been expecting some scene from a gothic horror movie, I?d have been disappointed. The hallway was bright and welcoming, the sitting room that she led me into was modern, clean, steel and leather with some softening features, including an open fire that was bright in the subdued lighting. Her hair was loose again, and her eyes black; not the bright blue I had last seen. Definitely contacts.She helped me out of my coat and threw off the cloak she was wearing and asked me to sit in an armchair while she poured us both a large brandy. My coat and her cloak lay on a sofa in a clumsy embrace. ?I was,? she said, ?working at a corporate party. Lots of people eating while I astonished them. This,? indicating the same velvet dress she?d worn the first time I met her, ?is my costume. Punters expect a little stereotyping.? She placed the glasses on a low table. ?Mind if I go and change? I wont be two minutes."When she reappeared, I almost spilled my drink. ?Oh God, that dress.??You like it?? It was the white dress she had worn in my dream. The diaphanous material, the shadow of her nipples. She sat in an identical chair facing me, the dress remained resolutely closed.?It?s, er, beautiful. You are too.? She smiled. ?Look, Otele Gelen Escort (http://acilankara.com/ad-category/otele-gelen-escort/) Clemency. I?ve seen that dress before.? I could hear the tremor in my voice.?Oh, when???This will sound crazy, in fact I am wondering if I am going crazy. I saw it in a dream.??I asked you if you?d been dreaming.??Well, I have.? I took a swig of the brandy. ?What is going on? I feel like I?ve lost my sense of reality.?She moved to sit on the arm of my chair and stroked my hair away from my face. ?Don?t be worried. You?re not going mad. Nothing that is happening is supernatural, but it may be super-natural.? She stressed the pause between super and natural. ?There are things in nature that are inexplicable, or seem to be.?I stiffened my resolve. ?I want you to explain some things to me, no more bullshit, no more hints and riddles. And if you don?t or wont, I am leaving and I wont see you again.?Clemency gave a little nod and her hand rested on my bare shoulder. I pushed the hand away but she replaced it firmly. ?So, what do you want me to explain???First, the handkerchief. How did it get under my dress???I told you, sleight of hand and it?s true. Check, it?s there again, well, the other leg, I couldn?t reach the left thigh.?I leapt to my feet, turned my back to her and lifted the skirt of my knee length, black, sparkly dress. Sure enough, there was the square, livid red against my thigh, held by my suspender belt to the skin. I turned, ridiculously still holding the skirt up. ?How?? I was almost crying with frustration.?If I show you, you have to promise to keep my secret. I don?t want to be thrown out of the magic circle.??Just bloody tell me.?She came to me and very gently released my dress from the tense fingers that gripped it and smoothed it down. Her hand almost brushed over Balgat Escort (http://acilankara.com/ad-category/balgat-escort/) my cunt through the dress?s fabric but it was only almost and, anyway the back of her hand. She picked my coat off the sofa and helped me back into it. I cannot, obviously, reveal her secret but, in slow motion, she went through removing my coat, momentarily her hand caught my hair. I?d barely noticed that the first time but this time she was going slower, demonstrating. Then the throw of the coat onto the sofa and, at a critical point, she pinged my suspender belt. I?d been totally unaware her hand was there. The relief was palpable, I felt like I could breathe again. I wasn?t mad, it was just a trick.One hand on my shoulder, the other hand stayed under my dress, her long fingers stroking the skin just above my stocking. Then it slid up and she said, ?I could have put it anywhere, here for example,? she touched the side of my knickers, ?but your shorts were too loose. But, I could have put it here,? her finger was inside my knickers, just above my pubic hair, ?but then again, we?d only just met.? She gently kissed my lips. ?Better acquainted now though, aren?t we??I pulled away and sat again. ?The drink, the one you refilled without me noticing.??Sleight of hand is all about distracting the punter?s attention. I?m not going to give away all my secrets but I?ll tell you this, there had always been a third glass full, all I had to do was move yours and replace it with the full one. It was the same with the locket. It?s really very basic conjuring. Any competent magician can do it.? She sat again on the arm of my chair and this time her arm went around my shoulders and pulled me gently to her. She smelt of lemon. Her long hair brushed my face.?Contacts???What???Your eyes changed colour.?Clemency looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes, then nodded and answered a little distractedly, ?Yes, contacts, right.? But her reaction seemed somehow deeper than that, as if she were examining it in her mind.?My dreams.?You?ve been dreaming???You bloody know I have, you asked me.? She smiled and caressed my shoulder. ?How could I dream about a dress I?ve never seen???Which dress??I almost shouted, ?The one you?re wearing.?