Thread: Bringing Him Back {Gypsy and Alan23}

At first, Noel was merely amused by Delilah's discomfort. Like most of the inmates, his attention had immediately been captivated at the break in routine, for pleasant enough though life at White Lane was, it could tend to become boring. Divina's bossing of her daughter, the latter's humiliation, all this was hilariously funny, with Bradley especially gaining much entertainment from the tableau being played out in public. They could not, of course, hear what was being said, for Delilah had deliberately shepherded her mother out of earshot, but the fact that what was happening could, to all intents and purposes, have been being played out in mime made it even funnier. When Divina lifted the rear of the white lab coat, revealing the massive split in Delilah's skirt - which had become wider the longer it had been left unrepairable, to the extent that she was now revealing her entire rear end, the flesh-colored panties, and, since the panties had tended themselves to ride up as she walked and sat, a generous portion of her milky-white buttocks - this sight caused an immediate reaction in the patients. Every male present let fly with a cacophony pf cheers, wolf-whistles, laughter. Just as school children enjoy the discomfiture of their teacher, reversing the normal hierarchy of authority, so the fact that Delilah, the person who made them take their medicines and obey the rules, who held the power to withhold privileges or choose what TV was watched was now herself the victim of a higher, more powerful being was hilarious in the extreme. Had Divina been, perhaps, slightly more sensitive, she might have realized the discomfiture she was causing to her daughter, and how much it was damaging her authority with her charges. But if there was one thing Divina Haswell did not do, it was sensitivity. Not realizing how embarrassing Delilah found it, or perhaps not even caring, she continued to hold the rear of the lab coat aloft, peering at Delilah's derriere. Good heavens, those... your underwear is positively indecent, she brayed, her voice carrying to the recreation room, drowning out the TV. What happened to your slip, for heaven's sake? Or if you think a slip is too old-fashioned, couldn't you at least have worn decent panties. Those scraps of material hardly cover anything. The whole world can see your... your bottom! Of course, the whole world - or even everyone from White Lane who was present - would NOT have been able to see Delilah's bottom at all, had Divina only acted sensibly and let the tail of the lab coat drop, but it is doubtful if this occurred to her. She was, by definition, the very epicenter of her own universe, a perfect illustration of the philosophy of Solipsism. It's those cheap panties, of course, they always did ride up on your rear. A substantially built girl like you should choose a larger size. And if you must wear your skirts too tight, at least buy a better quality. No wonder it split. She sighed. Goodness knows WHAT Aaron's going to think of this if he ever gets to hear about it. And - oh?! She looked up to see the man standing beside her. A man who was familiar, whose face had stared out at her from the rear dust jackets of a number of novels and magazine covers... though now, it was leaner than she remembered it, with a haunted look, the eyes dead as if still recovering from shock... though this, to Divina's subconscious mind for she had not yet consciously registered her feelings consciously made him, if anything, more romantically desirable. You're quite right, of course, Noel smiled. A hopeless case, and a drug addict besides. And I do, do love attention. He took Divina's hand and kissed it, smiling and bowing. And wonderful alliteration. 'Limelight leech,' indeed. So pleased to meet you. he looked across at Delilah. Your sister, I presume? There would have been many who regarded Divina Haswell's life as rich and fulfilling. She was on the committee of many charities, societies and organizations. A patron of the arts, a regular theatregoer, a highly regarded business woman and a stalwart of the social pages, she as the target of envy wherever she went. If there was one thing, however, that she lacked - though few noticed or remarked upon it - it was that her life, high-status and fulfilling as it may have been, did not contain, exactly, a surfeit of romance. And now, here was a handsome man, a man highly regarded for his creativity and wealth, and, furthermore, a man festooned, emotionally at least, with scars, and kissing her hand at that, not to mention hinting she looked young enough to be the sister of her own daughter! Divina's demeanor changed instantly. Her harsh tones gave way to a giggle that might almost have been described as girlish, and the small flush that had suffused her face at the knowledge she had been overheard by the very man she had been criticizing flowered into a full-on, deep crimson blush. Her hands suddenly seemed to have gained a life of their own, for without her consciously ordering them to, they began patting at her hair, twisting the strands in their fingers, tugging at the hem of her jacket, smoothing her skirt. Yes, that magazine article was somewhat insulting, wasn't it? she gabbled out hastily, biting her lip. Honestly, some journalist have no right to sully their honored profession. I was just telling Lilah how incensed I was to read it, which is why it stuck in m-m-my mind and I was able to quote it so fluently. She turned to Delilah. Anyway, dear, as I was saying, I cancelled my subscription immediately. How dare they write such scurrilous lies about one of our country's greatest living authors? Positively disgusting and libelous, I call it. She turned back to Noel, her blush still in place, giving her jacket another series of tugs. Anyway, so nice to meet you, Mr Trent. So what are you working on now, then? I bet it'll be another blockbuster, to set the literary world on its head again. perhaps we might go and find a coffee together, and you can tell me about - It was suddenly as if Delilah, in fact everyone else save Noel and her, no longer existed!