The girls both noted the absence of any markings on the road thus far and on the walls.The girls both noted the absence of any markings on the road thus far and on the walls. There was a monument, some three feet high, on which were carved the words "CASTLE THORNE". As the driver returned to the car, the iron bars of the gate rose into the air to the mechanical tune of gears and pulleys in need of lubrication. They were still a half a mile from the castle proper and both girls gazed out the windows to view their surroundings as they passed by. Terry was treated to the sight of a lush, verdant forest area so dense she could barely see past the first tree. Then there was the soft, mirror-like lake. Sue's vague sense of caution was further fueled as she looked out over the tombs and monuments of a graveyard. They wound around a circular driveway and stopped in front of the huge castle and the driver got out to unload the baggage. They looked puzzled when nobody came out to greet them. "Where are you going?" Sue asked the driver as he got back into the car. "Someone will be out presently, Miss," he said. "I talked to her on the phone at the gate." With that, he sped away leaving them alone. One of the tall oak doors creaked open and an inspiring figure of a woman emerged. She was blonde, very pretty and as big as a girl could be and still remain feminine. As she moved toward them with outstretched hands, Sue fought an instinct to hide her eyes. The woman was wearing a pair of white shorts, a pair of sandals and absolutely nothing else. "Welcome to Castle Thorne!" she said, taking Terry's hand. Terry was mesmerized by the woman's bare globular breasts and almost forgot to return the greeting. |