A puzzled look came over Anna Clairmonts face. Who could possible know that she was spending the weekend with the Arbuthnots? Then she saw a familiar handwritting and had to smile at his ingenuity. She hoped her husband Robert, who was seated at the far end of the table, hadn't noticed, and was relieved to to see that he had remained engrossed in his copy of The Times.

Anna was trying to wedge her thumb into the corner of the envelope, when suddenly he glanced acros at her and smiled. She returned the smile, dropped the envelope in her lap, picked up her fork and jabbed it into a lukewarm mushroom.

She made no attempt to retrieve the letter until her husband had disappeared back behind his paper. Once he had turned to thie business section, she placed the envelope on her right hand side, picked up the butter knife and slipped it into the thumbed corner. Slowly, she began to slit open the envelope. (Having completed the task she returned the knife to its place bye the side of the butterdish before making her next move).

"I want to be tied up to a four-poster bed, with you standing over me in a police sergeant's uniform: truncheon, whistle, handcuffss, wearing a tight black outfit with silver buttons down the front, which you will undo slowly to reveal a black bra. And, my darling, you're not to release me until i have made you scream at the top of your voice, the way you did in that underground carpark in Mayfair.

"My darling, there is no aspect of our lovemaking that i don't relish, but i confess that what turns me on the most is the places you choose when you can only take an hour off work during your lunch break. I can recall every one of them. On the back of my Mercedes in that NCP carpark in Mayfair; the service lift in Harrods; the loo at the Caprice. But most exciting of all was that little box in the dress circle at the Covent Garden during a performance of Tristan and Isolde. Once before the first interval and then again during the final act - well, it is a long opera."

Anna giggled and quickly placed the letter back into her lap as Robert peered round the side of his newpaper.

"The picture of James Bond landing on the dome,' she said. Robert looked puzzled. "On the front of your newspaper.'

Anna watched as her husband folded up The Times, placed it on the table in front of him and shook his head. Oh my god, thought Anna. He IS wearing a tweed jacket and an MCC tie.

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Approximate Word count = 1531
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)