Kate and Miles were overjoyed with the reality of their shared lives. Each day offered them small or large intimacies that they could share. These days turned into weeks and life dropped into a pattern of work, family, friends and personal time.

Miles was very content with the choice he had made to start his life anew with her. It was a busy time for him and a time of new challenges. He liked that. Establishing himself in a new city was exciting, with so many new places to sample, meeting and coming to know her friends, and beginning a new teaching position.

The uncertainty over the identity of the intruder was a nagging problem for both of them, but they had no evidence that this person was listening in again or was watching them as they went about their daily lives. The police had turned up nothing of substance.

He occasionally went over what she had told him but there seemed little they could do to try to resolve the issue. He was lying in bed that evening, doing just that—going over the conversation he’d had with her the day she’d told him about the intruder, reviewing what they knew, and trying to think of any way to begin the process of identifying the man concerned. She was downstairs on the phone talking to Mildred, who was coming over to visit that weekend. He was looking forward to meeting her, as it had been her words that had sparked Kate’s decision to open herself up to him. He owed that lady a huge vote of thanks.

His mind suddenly swung back to the talk about the intruder. There was something jarring the back of his mind about what she had told him, but he was unable to work out what it was. It was irritating the hell out of him. He gave up. Whatever it was, he couldn’t put his finger on it at that moment. He thought of Kate, then, and smiled. She was such a delightful lover. His smile widened and he felt the love he felt for her flow through his body and fill him.

Suddenly, the nagging thought broke through into his consciousness. He laughed. “It was nothing to do with the intruder, you idiot!” he told himself. “She just said she had two things to tell me, but we became side-tracked on the intruder and didn’t get to the second thing.” He sighed with relief that he had removed the irritating nagging in his mind and waited for his lover to come and join him in bed.

Five minutes later, she came into the bedroom with a huge smile on her face.

“Guess what? Go on, guess!” she laughed.

He smiled as he shook his head at her, “Okay, but can I have three chances?”

“Sure,” she replied, feeling generous.

“Hmm, guess one, um,” he paused as he tried to think of something silly to say. He had no idea what she was going to say but did not want to spoil her joy at making him guess. “Scientists have discovered that your father actually does have smile muscles?”

She laughed and dropped onto the bed alongside him.

“No, no, that’s an impossibility! Try again. You’re not even warm.” She kissed him hard.

He thought a long time. “Okay, I have it! They’ve discovered a way to re-tread lips so that I can have my poor abused ones replaced.”

He sucked his lips inside his mouth and pursed his mouth so that they disappeared.

She smacked him and poked her finger between his lips to make him release them.

“You’re a very silly man! How did they ever let you become a teacher?”

He sucked her finger straight into his mouth and then told her “Oi bwibbed em!”

She laughed and dragged her finger back out.

“I was never any good at foreign languages. Or was that just crazy man English? Can you say that again, baby?” she asked him as she wiped her wet finger on the tip of his nose.

“I bribed them! Can’t you understand anything, young lady? I may have to keep you in after class today. Hmm, not a bad idea that. Bend you over my table and discipline you.”

He felt her gentle trembling against him. Watching her closely, he saw her force herself to re-focus.

“No way! You’re not going to distract me, Mr. Teacher. What’s your third guess?”

He laughed and said the first thing that came into his mind.

“We’re going on a holiday?”

“Damn you, damn you, damn you!” she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. “How did you guess that? I want a new Master. One that can’t read my mind.”

She grabbed his cock and beat his belly with it five or six times.

“You’re an impossible man to live with, you know that?”

Miles laughed till tears came to his eyes. He had no idea how he’d guessed what her surprise was. He had just said anything to finish the game so he could re-focus her on the schoolgirl fantasy that had flashed into his head.