Christmas wish

“Helllloooooo !!!! ” No answer. Well, the note had my name on it.

The door was slightly ajar, and I entered into a corridor. From here on, it got weirder and weirder. The lights were dimmed, and a few candles lit up the space from shelves and alcoves in the corridor. It was obviously a beautiful house, I could see as my eyes began to adjust to the half light. On the doormat, inside the door was a polaroid photo. It was flesh, but so closely zoomed in I couldn’t really see what it was. A girl’s waist, or hip...? Pink, bare flesh, that was sure. Continuing a few metres through the corridor, another photo lay on the floor. This one's definately a picture of a breast. One single, naked breast, with an erect pointed nipple staring out in the centre. What the hell is this all about? The corridor was about 6 metres long and lead to a door at the end. In all there were four photos in the corridor, each one showing random naked body parts, but I had no idea why, or who they might belong to. As I found each one, my excitement grew slightly. The pictures showed the top of a thigh, the curve of a girls bottom from the side. Not pornographic, very tasteful actually, but erotic, none the less. The last one was pinned to the door at the end of the corridor. I rubbed my eyes and looked back to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. There were two girls this time, both naked, pressing their fronts together. Their breasts squashed against each other’s and they had placed their hands on each other’s backs, just on the rises of their bottoms. Taken from the side, again highly zoomed, the photo cut off at their necks so their faces were out of shot, and at the bottom stopped just at the tops of their thighs. The girls were young, and attractive, and they could have been a number of people. No tattoos, nothing to really tell me who they were.

I leant against the wall and just tried to take this all in. First, the diary and the note to ‘the best teacher ever’. Then this house. This is the house of someone wealthy, there’s no doubt about that. And now these photos. The photos were of a female. And not wanting to jump to conclusions, probably not an unattractive one either.

On the back of the last photo... in the same hand writing from the diary, and the door,



Come in David...
All will be ... revealed !
X.



I pushed the door open and saw a large living room. With a piano at the far end, this room was luxuriously furnished, but no one was here. It was night, and dark, although the enormous glass wall at the end of the room let in some light, casting tall shadows across the grand room. In the centre of the room, a small coffee table with a photo on it. I walked over slowly...

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