Nobody but you and I need know that you lust for my body. XXX Miranda pulled her blouse and skirt down desperately trying to repair her appearance. It sounded fatuous as soon as she said it. “She’s a lesbian!” thought Miranda to herself, sure of it, and despaired that the realisation gave her such a thrill of excitement. Last Train to Locarno. Rozella’s eyes sparkled; her interest increasing by the minute. She had known this woman for only an hour but she had made her feel more alive than she had felt for years. This was a girl enslaved by her senses, so in thrall to her sensuality that even a cold Monday night in Zurich Hauptbahnhof was a potential playground for pleasure;
