1967 - Liz Stoddard glanced furtively around, pushed the wide-brimmed hat more firmly on her head and adjusted the veil over her face. She glanced in the mirror in the foyer of the Collinsport Inn and calmed her fluttering heart. Her face and hair were completely covered; no one could possibly recognize her as the mistress of Collinwood.

She grinned to herself. Everyone believed her home, in that huge, drafty old house. They thought she had been home for 18 years now, and probably out of her mind for even longer than that.

No one, neither family, friend nor stranger, knew that she snuck out of the house two or three times a week. She used the stairs to get to the penthouse, knocked at the door twice rapidly, then twice more. He opened the door, pulled her inside, roughly removed her hat, veil and all her clothes. She stripped him down with equal haste. They made smooth, satisfying love on the floor. When they were done, Liz's smile stretched happily across her face.

"Thank you, Burke," she whispered in his ear, giving him a deep tongue kiss.

"Thank YOU, Liz," he said warmly, and they stood fused at the lips for many passionate moments. He helped her put on the hat and veil and spanked her butt as she exited his suite.

Liz took the stairs down four flights to the much shabbier section of the hotel. She knocked at another door, three swift knocks followed by two more. The door opened. She entered and was embraced by two men, one at a time. She had wonderful sex with both of them, leaving them far more exhausted than she.

"Thank you, Willie, Jason," she whispered, smiling joyously. My, but they looked like they were about to expire. She knew she was insatiable, but they were young enough to be able to keep up with her--well, usually. She climbed into her old Volkswagen bug, kept strictly for visits like these, and headed home, wondering what the world would think if they knew that she, Liz Stoddard, recluse of Collinwood, was little more than a common slut.

Love, RobinV