up. He glanced down and stared in disbelief at the image of the man who smiled back at him. It was a picture of himself and a recent one too.

The mysterious visitor caught the puzzled expression on his face as he stood there rooted to the spot, one hand on the open door.

"Well," she smiled, "you did n't think I would keep a picture of a complete stranger close to my heart, did you? Oh, my darling, my Romeo," she continued, her smile getting wider, her tongue seductively touching her red lips. "Do close the door. And when you've made the tea and warmed the scones, mmm some strawberry jam from the cupboard would be nice, could you put another log on the fire? It's cold out there without a coat in this weather you know. Be a love and help me off with these new boots. They're killing me. Oh, don't just stand there, Harry, and stop staring! "

"How do you know my name? Who are you, what do you want, why are you here?"

"Darling," her voice lingered for a while on the final syllable. "So many questions. Come, come. Surely you know. It's me, and now I've come back to you."

"Yes, but who..."

"Sweet cheeks. How long have we known each other now? Walking out, just the two of us. You and me. Drifting along, holding hands, side by side, together. That first kiss. Don't you remember, don't you recognise me, huh."

"What......."

"Oh, my Romeo, stop pretending." She gave a mock pout of indignation and folded her arms pushing up her ample bosom until it came dangerously close to falling out the top of her dress. "Harry! I'm the lady in your dreams. That's what you called me."

"My dreams! I have never set eyes on you before."

"Oh, my darling Harry, you have. Oh, yes you have, and so much more besides. Oh, so much more. You come and call on me each night and whisk me away to all these different places and exotic locations far and wide. So now it is my turn. I have come to call on you, to see you, to stay with you, to be with you, my darling. Not just in your dreams at night, but here and now and through your days. We can be together now, forever and forever, for all eternity. Come here, don't you want to give me a kiss? You did last night. Oh, go and put the kettle on then."

He finally pushed the door closed and leant against it, his head touching the wooden door frame. He could feel the handle pressing into his back and somehow the momentary pain felt re-assuring. He shut his eyes tightly, breathed deeply. What was happening? His

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