She w
as
all
too aware that she wa
s naked, but to move back fro
m the window would be
to move
closer to the be
d. She was not sure
if she co
uld cope with t
he sight of her friend, now l
over, and the
feel
ings of desire
that would inevitably swamp her. She stayed in front of the windo
w lookin
g out.
The f
igure that
left
the confines of the house was
smal
l, al
most frail, a girl, and
young by he
r size. Iona watched her turn and cl
ose the door. She turned ro
und a
gain and was about to head down the path wh
en sh
e stopp
ed and
looked up.
Iona caught a f
lesh of red
in the girl's hair before her gaze was drawn to that of th
e yo
ung
girl. Even f
rom a
cross the street, I
ona felt herself pul
led into that gaze. It was a strange sensation. The gaze was broken
as t
he girl l
ifted the hood of
her cloak over her head and
resumed her
unhurried passag
e dow
n the path.
`A cl
oa
k? In t
his day
and age?' Mused
Iona. The trend
s of t
he teenaged were, as
ever, a m
ystery t
o th
e old. She laughed as she realis
ed that she
now cons
idered hersel
f as old, even though sh
e was stil
l to re
ach 25. Tanya sti
rred at the noise, her n
aked form wr
ithing suggestively beneath the damp cling
ing sheets.
Iona
pad
ded over to
the b
ed and slip
ped under the
sheet, pressing her naked body a
ga
inst that of Tanya. She
look
ed
at Tanya's tender lips, ope
n slightl
y in sleep. She smile
d "And you m
y love, have slept long
enough."
She mov
ed closer to kiss those lips.