"I've never done this before" she would say, as Grace unbuttoned her dress, and Grace would smile and kiss her and whisper:    "It doesn't matter. You'll find the way"    * Distracted, Inspector Whitley put down the UNESCO report on the ivory artefact trade. It wasn't her fault, really. Not her fault that the latest case … Continue reading Mirrors


They had a lace panel at the front, demure broderie anglaise, but it was the only demure thing about them. A black coat of paint on her fabulous arse, they were short shorts with a satin waistband and virtually no leg at all. Paired with a snug black and white striped top, and with her … Continue reading Shorts