Candice and Andy returned from France to find Rhona’s pool surrounded by a muddy wasteland left by the digging machines and heavy equipment. Their first sight of what would become the cabin was a concrete plinth set between the two gardens.

“Is it okay to swim in the pool?”

Candice was standing with her mother; the clear water reflecting the blue of the sky.

“The heating and filtration system isn’t installed yet. That won’t happen until the cabin is finished.”

“Yeah sure, but the water’s not toxic or anything?”

Rhona laughed. “Does this mean that you approve of my little indulgence?”

“Absolutely. How is the work going inside the house?”

“Going well. It would be good if you could put up with me for another week or two. I’d rather move in when it’s all beautiful.”

“No problem. So I could dive in. Yeah?”

“It will be cold.”

Candice threw her dress off, revealing nothing underneath it. She dived in, disappeared under the water and swam most of the length before surfacing and swimming rapidly over to the steps.

Rhona watched as she strode out of the water, flicking her hair out of her eyes and walking towards her mother.

“What the hell is that?”

“I got it done in Agde. Do you like it?”

“It’s very striking.”

“Mum you don’t have to be polite.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Still polite.”

Rhona knelt in front of her daughter so that she could look up close.

“It looks like a brand, but it’s actually a tattoo, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not brave enough for a brand.”

“I should hope not.”

Rhona got back to her feet. “I presume that it has some special meaning.”

“It does. I want you to watch a video. You’ll probably be shocked, but I want you to see it, and then there’s a favour I want to ask.”

“Do I have to see this video first?”

“Absolutely. It will all make sense when you’ve seen it.”

“So are we all watching this together?”

“No, just you and me, Marsha’s working and Andy has seen it before. You’ll probably want to talk to him afterwards.”

“Every word you say makes me more curious and more worried, so maybe you should shut up, get yourself dry and dressed and we can have some supper.”

“Dry, yes, but not dressed.”

“So this is your new look?”

“That’s another thing I wanted to talk about,” Candice said as they walked back to the house.

“Something else you dreamed up while you were away?”

“Yeah.” Candice started giggling. “Sorry, I had this all worked out in my head and now I’m acting like a kid.”

“When you’re ready.”

“How would it be if, um... I don’t know how to put it. If you had a client staying, and they happened to catch a glimpse of your daughter around the house, or in the pool?”

“And this daughter had a tendency to forget that there were other people in the house and be somewhat unclothed?”

“Or thought she might be able to get in a quick dip before everyone was awake?”

Rhona put her arm around Candice and hugged her.

“Her mother might have to tell her off.”

“Or tell off the client?”

“Quite possibly.”

“There is another thing your men might be interested in, for the next six months, anyway.”

“What sort of thing?”

“If I am going to make milk for this baby, I have to take hormones and have my nipples sucked regularly until it all works. I wondered if any of your men might be interested in that?”

“Good heavens. How the hell do you expect me to be able to set that up?”

“I don’t know,” Candice said. “I thought you might have an idea. I mean, it’s not as if I know anything about your customers. I imagined you telling them there was something you wanted them to do, like a favour, that you couldn’t think who else to ask. You might say that it had to be someone who was a stranger, that didn’t live close by, because that could be complicated.”
“Complicated.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to encourage anyone to think I want an affair. That might be a risk if it was someone a few doors away. I wouldn’t want to be known as that woman with the tits.”

“You’re serious?”

“Mmmm.”

“Does Andy know?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. He’ll be doing it more than anyone, well him and a pump, but I thought Andy might need a break.”

“You obviously had a good holiday.”

“Mum, it was amazing; not just the weather — everything. We completely cleared the air. I feel like a new woman.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Candice watched the video with her mother, though she’d seen it twice before. Once on the morning after the caning, and once, later in the holiday, with Andy when they had worked out which shots to include in the final edited version that she was now showing to Rhonda.

Sometimes they used a split-screen so that Candice could be seen from the front and back at the same time. Sometimes they showed the same action again through the side on shots. The edited version with its close-ups and slow-motion effects was more focussed, more intense, and longer than the real thing.

The blindfold and the gag meant that there were no shots of Candice’s face that showed any expression, but the writhing body language was clear enough.

Candice watched Rhona wince as the cane struck the first time and saw her hold her breath before the second strike. Rhona started to speak but Candice held a finger to her lips, insisting on complete silence until the whole thing was done.

When the video faded Candice waited. Rhona said nothing, and for a minute her eyes were fixed on the screen.

Candice cracked first.

“Well?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I saw you wince a couple of times.”

“I think anyone would. How did Andy learn to be so precise?”

“He says it’s because he wasn’t enjoying it.”

“He what?”

“He said that if he’d been having fun, he would have gotten excited and that would have made it impossible to keep control. The only pleasure in it for him came from being accurate. From doing a good job.”

“He certainly did that. You’re right, he didn’t get excited.”

“You mean his cock was limp the whole time.”

Rhona stood up and ejected the CD from the machine. She handed it to Candice.

“You don’t want to leave this lying around.”

Candice grinned. “I don’t know about that. I don’t mind people knowing.”

“So was that your punishment for all that fucking around?”

“Mmmm, that and a few other things.”

“Did you get the idea from your Dad beating me?”

“What if I did?”

“It was never like that,” Rhona said.

“I know Mum, Dad beat you because he couldn’t control himself when he was drunk. Andy was in complete control. I know Dad was guilty afterwards, and he was usually pissed when he did it, but he wasn’t a craftsman. Why did you let him do it?”

“Can’t you guess?”

Candice sat still for a moment, then looked up to lock eyes with Rhona.

“I could never be sure. Sometimes I thought it was to stop him doing it to me, and sometimes I thought it might be because you liked it, or maybe he was a drunken sadist, no more no less.”

“Clever answer, though, possibly hedging your bets,” Rhona said. “What time is Andy due home?”

“In about half an hour. What do you mean, ‘clever answer?’ Which was it?”

“Partly it was to protect you, maternal instinct I guess. I never liked it, but you know the weirdest thing. When he died, I missed it. Confusing isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to ask Andy to start doing it for you.”

“I think he’s too good for me. Your dad never really hurt me, he was always pissed and never accurate. The sort of precision Andy produced must have hurt.”

“Just because Dad was useless at it doesn’t make it right. I know you said no, I heard you tell him to stop. It wasn’t right.”

“No love, it wasn’t. I’m sorry you heard, sorry you knew.” Rhona shrugged her shoulders. “The first few times I tried to keep quiet, so as not to wake you, after that, I think I got in the habit.”

“It wasn’t you that woke me.”

“He was a noisy bugger, wasn’t he. Can we talk about something else now?”

“So you’re not disgusted or annoyed?”

“About what?”

“The tattoo, the cane,”

Rhona pulled Candice. “Of course not love. Let’s face it, love, your mother’s a whore. She can’t complain about her daughter being a much more imaginative slut than I’ve ever been.”

“It’s okay Mum, don’t put yourself down. I’ve learned such a lot.”

Rhona sat down. “Go on, tell me. I’m not going to like it, am I?”

“Dad used to beat you up because he thought you were a slut. Right?”

“I wasn’t.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “I wish I had been.”

“Why did he think you were?”

“Because, back then I was a dish, guys were forever trying to hit on me. He could never understand why I fell for him, he never really believed it. It used to get to him, and he’d get pissed and convince himself that I must be having it off with someone.”

“And you never did. Why did you fall for him? He was right about not being handsome.”

“And he wasn’t particularly brilliant in bed... He was bright and imaginative and when he was sober, which was most of the time, he was very good at making money. He set me up for life and then died.”

Rhona wiped away a tear. “For six months after I felt dreadful. I saw myself as like a praying mantis, you know those creatures where the female breeds with the male and consumes him.”

“Poor you.”

“Yeah. Whereas you managed to persuade Andy to let you have it off with lord knows how many men. I know why you did it.”

Rhona smiled and hugged Candice again.

“You inherited your Dad’s lack of self-confidence, and you had to prove you were desirable enough to deserve Andy.”

“Mmmm, that’s about right. That wasn’t the only stuff I learned on holiday. Andy hated caning me. Did you look at his face on the video? That was the best part for me, seeing his face afterwards.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“So complicated. I felt guilty about making him do it, but that’s when I knew for sure that he was doing it because I asked him and because he loved me. I know that sounds crazy, but it felt like an explosion inside me. Like matter and antimatter crashing into each other. It cleansed everything.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“Are you going to have a party when it’s all done?” Andy said.

Rhona laughed. “Who would I invite? I know precisely no one around here.”

“Am I right in guessing that you have no plan to get to know a lot of locals? I’m assuming that anonymity is part of the business model, and as far as former clients are concerned, they come on a one-at-a-time basis?”

“Very insightful. Do you want to have a party?”

“When Candice and I were on holiday, she had this fantasy about being at a very posh party, ball gowns and tuxedos style of thing.”

“Very nice.”

“But she’d be naked.”

“Ah, I see.” Rhona turned Andy to face her and studied his face. “You are an amazing guy. You’d like to lay this on for her?”

“I thought the pool, with the lights on, a clear night, a high-class barbecue...”

“And a mermaid?”

Andy laughed.

“Isn’t it a bit risky?”

“How so?”

“Every man there will want to fuck her.”

“She was planning to be locked up.”

“So her plan is to drive all the men crazy.”

“They can suck her tits.”

“Oh, that again.”

“Ah, she’s told you about that.”

“It would be fun.” Rhona stopped for a moment. “Let me work on it. I want everything to be perfect. Let’s wait until all the work is finished. It won’t be long. I don’t want to set a date and then be in a panic to finish.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

The pool looked beautiful. Rhona waited until dusk before turning on the lights. Andy had spent the previous week wondering whether a barbecue made sense and eventually decided that if he was supposed to spend the evening leading a naked Candice on a chain, then he could hardly cook at the same time.

“You should cook,” Candice had said. “Give them food when they arrive and then leave it as a buffet. I’ll come out when you are ready.” Andy still had doubts, so Rhona stepped in to settle the argument by hiring caterers.

They set up the food area outside the garden building, close enough for cover if the weather turned nasty and far enough away from the pool to have a fair chance of keeping the food out of the water.

This was Rhona’s party, so she decided on the guest list. Only one guest was one of her clients, a young man, very bright and very driven, who had made a pile of money from software. His prime motive seemed to have been trying to please his birth mother; a woman who he had elevated to an almost fantasy status after she had left his domineering father. His mother was long gone, but Rhona made an intriguing substitute.

Rhona invited a number of couples, where the male member had once been a client, but their wives had no idea. When he saw the guest list Andy had asked about them and questioned whether it was risky. Rhona thought she could handle it; as far as she knew her interventions had improved their marriages, or in one case led to a new marriage and she thought that seeing Candice perform might be a stimulus that they would enjoy.

The numbers were made up by a squad of people invited via Marsha and Mistress. Whether Mistress herself would come was a mystery until the last minute.

As far as Andy was concerned, there was no one on the guestlist who had any involvement with his business or the hospital where Marsha worked. The invitations specified the dress code.

Andy made sure to have a hair cut, was tempted by the idea of a spray tan but didn’t. He watched the guests arriving as he did his cufflinks and waited for Candice. Standing by the open French windows in the downstairs bedroom, he called through to the bathroom.

“I think everyone is here, love.”

“I won’t be a minute.”

“I know you won’t be one minute, the question is how many minutes will you be.”

“Not many.”

“Honey you’re going naked and taking the longest to get ready.”

There was a peal of laughter, but it was another five minutes before she appeared. She hit the switch to fold the bed against the wall and stepped into the middle of the room. She danced a couple of twirls and ended up in front of Andy holding out the gold chain attached to her collar.

“Is that a new collar?” Andy said.

“It’s the one you got for me but with a bit more sparkle added.”

The bells had more glitter too, and so did the high heel sneakers.

Andy took a step into the garden, gently drew Candice through the doors and shut them behind her. Candice walked a step behind him. She might have effected a demure submissive walk, looking like a slave on a leash, but the heels stopped that. Instead what followed Andy was a haughty beauty, looking scarily unapproachable.

As they approached the gate in the fence, they could hear the hubbub of voices, with quiet jazz playing in the background. Andy had not seen Rhona’s final touches of decoration and lighting, but he knew she was aiming at a look of cool decadence. The girls from Mistress’s stable were all striking and had promised to sport a fashion that Marsha called understated erotic. They were accompanied by three very fit looking guys that Andy had never seen.

Andy and Candice passed through the gate and emerged from behind the cabin. By the time Andy had taken three steps the sound of voices had become a stunning silence, Rhona having picked up the cue and killed the music.

Rhona stepped forward and Andy was surprised to find her arm in arm with Mistress.

“So glad the two of you could make it,” Rhona said, as if their attendance was a surprise.

“Andrew,” said Mistress, “you’re looking well. May I see the art-work that Rhona’s been telling me about?”

Andy stepped to one side and used Candice’s chain to nudge her forward for inspection.

“Oh my,” Mistress said. “Everyone will want one.”

“Such things do not come free,” Candice said. “There is a price to be paid, a painful price.”

Mistress turned to Andy.

“Are you glad I made you do it?”

“In many ways, no. If I had not done it at your place, then Candice would never have imagined the idea.”

“I thought you used to spank her after her... what do you call it? Entertainments? Nights out?”

“She got that idea from me, I think,” Rhona said.

“Or to be more exact, from my father, who, fortunately, is no longer with us.”

“Fortunately?” Mistress said.

“It’s a long story, best not told,” Andy said, jumping into the conversation before Candice or Rhona could react.

“Perhaps he was the one who should have been caned?” Mistress left the words hanging in the air for a few seconds. “So, Andrew, you said in many ways, no. So in some ways, the answer was yes?”

“Being able to do something well can be a source of pride, almost whatever it is.” Andy said.“Both times I was forced into doing something that I did not enjoy — the only solace came from doing it to the highest possible standard, even if I had to invent the standard myself.”

“So,” Mistress said, with a smile, “You do not subscribe to the theory that if a thing is not worth doing then it’s not worth doing well?”

“If a thing is not worth doing, then it’s not worth doing. I was put in a position where it had to be done. The choices were all uncomfortable and saying no would have gotten me into more trouble.”

“I think that’s enough of quizzing Andy,” Candice said. “What you made him learn to do was very good for me. I am very grateful to you, Mistress.”
Mistress looked at Rhona, then Andy, and finally back at Candice.

“I should be gracious and leave it at that, but I am curious. Is there any way that you could show me your gratitude?”

Candice stood a little more upright, her chin rising, her breasts jutting forward, eyebrows rising in a haughty questioning look.

Mistress smiled. “You are so lucky, Andy. My apologies, I come from a world that has filled my mind with ideas that others can find bizarre and sometimes offensive. Candice, if you could loan your craftsman to me occasionally, I would be grateful. Possibly you might also enjoy some time with what my house has to offer.”

Candice took Mistress’s hand and kissed it. “Thank you for your offer,” she said. “Today is not the right time to say yes or no, but I won’t forget it, and I doubt if Andy will.”

“You are wearing cuffs,” Mistress said, “But your hands are free?”

“That’s my doing,” Andy said. “Candice wanted to have the full treatment, but I insisted on a compromise. Wearing cuffs looks sexy, but linking them together alongside a swimming pool is not a good idea.”

“Andy has this obsession with keeping me safe,” Candice said.

“Which makes that tattoo all the more interesting,” Mistress said.

“There’s no one better to thrash your arse than someone who has a mission in life to keep you safe. The tattoo is to remind me.” Candice looked at Rhona and then Mistress. “I think you two had better let us go. I’m supposed to be making all these men jealous of Andy and getting them in a state.”

Andy led Candice to the young man who was staying with Rhona. He lived in London, and ridiculous as it might seem, for a young man rich enough to hire Rhona, he was shy.

“I gather you’re staying with Rhona,” Andy said. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

The poor boy could hardly speak, unable to take his eyes off Candice’s breasts and the little jewelled bells.

“The pool is nice,” he said, apparently desperate to talk about something other than the naked woman in front of him.

“Yes,” Candice said. “I dived in when it was first filled up, I haven’t tried it since Rhona’s had the heating on. Have you?”

“I swam this morning.”

“I’m curious, did you wear a costume or swim naked?”

Andy watched the poor guy wilting under the pressure of Candice operating on full power.

“I...um, I’ve never...I um... I mean.” He paused, glanced at Andy.

“I guess you’ve never had the opportunity,” Andy said. “I’m sure Rhona wouldn’t object if you wanted to try it here.”

“If you play your cards right and keep your eyes open you might catch me swimming. I’m not all...ways chained...to my... husband.”

Andy had to work hard to keep a straight face as the last sentence was purred out.

“You’ll have to excuse my wife.”

“Why do you...?”

“Keep her chained up?” Andy laughed. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I asked for it,” Candice said, squeezing Andy’s hand.

The guy looked bewildered.

Candice leaned over, pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

“If you catch me skinny dipping, I’ll suck your cock if you swim naked with me.”

Andy led her away and when they were on the other side of the pool, he turned to her.

“You’re wicked. I know what your game is.”

“Really?”

“You’ll let him catch you, and at the crucial moment Rhona will catch him and he’ll probably get some interesting punishment that he’ll never forget.”

Candice giggled. “Am I that obvious?”

“Sometimes... Shall I let you off the leash?”

“No, not yet. Let’s get some food and when everyone has drunk a bit more, I’ll have a swim.”

“You’re not planning to seduce anyone?”

“I want them all to want me and have to go home wanting.”

“Does that make you feel good?”

“Yeah, and wicked too. It’s better than the clubs. I liked the excitement at the clubs, and I was turned on by the guilt too, I think, but this is better.”

“You were turned on by guilt?”

“I think so. Transgression is exciting, but just being naughty doesn’t have any depth. Guilt has more depth, more adrenalin, and it’s harder to give up. That’s paradoxical, I know, but I think the guilt has a more visceral impact. You know you shouldn’t do it, but you can’t forget it. If it was just a cheap thrill, it would be easy to forget. Guilt is deeper, more memorable.”

“And exhibitionism is better?”

“Less chance of being killed by bad drivers with big cocks, that’s for sure. The thing is love, sooner or later I was bound to screw up. What we’re doing now is actually more fun and less dangerous.”

“And just as wicked?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. There is an element of risk, being naked, I have no secrets, no seductive guile, it’s all out there. I might be a terrible temptation to someone.”

“Does that mean you still have to be fucked by strangers?”

“It’s not obligatory. I can still take offers, but I don’t have to seek out the thrill, I am the thrill.” Candice gave Andy a hug, holding him tight, almost melting into his arms, breathing deep and kissing him.

“I’d like to swim now.”

Andy released the chain and watched her attract everyone’s attention. Her naked form sliced through the water, the splashes and ripples throwing beautiful patterns in the pool lights.

After a few lengths and one long dive under the water, Candice swam to the steps and emerged from the water. She knew that every eye was on her, so she made the most of it. She let the water cascade off her breasts for a few seconds and then threw her head back as she stepped forward. She flicked her hair off her forehead and smiled at the stars.

There were six steps, and she took them slowly. With her shoulders back, she held her breasts in her hands and shook the dangling bells to clear the water and make them ring. There were three men competing to bring her a towel. Andy settled himself near the food and watched. Candice didn’t take any of the towels, she simply stood, held her arms above her head and let the men pat her dry.

Andy didn’t hear what she said but after a minute one of them was kissing the back of her neck and the other two were sucking a nipple each, being forced to take the dangling bells into their mouths. After a minute she made them rotate, and then again after another minute.

By changing where he was standing slightly, Andy could see what her hands were doing. It was tough on the guy behind her, but at least he had her neck to kiss and her arse to press against, while the other two were enjoying her hands all over their cocks. He hoped they had enough self-control to avoid the need for additional laundry.

Once the three of them had been around twice Candice kissed each of them, turned away and to Andy’s surprise, she came back to him.

“Feed me,” she said.

“You were a bit hard on those guys.”

“Hard, yeah, that’s a good word for it.”

Andy laughed. He picked up a fork and for a moment hovered over the sausages. After a few seconds, he picked the smallest one and offered it to her.

“Very funny,” she said. She grinned at him.

“What’s funny?”

“Giving me the little sausage. Give me another one and I’ll tell you a secret.”

Andy obliged, picking a slightly larger one this time and wrapping it into a bun.

“I guess you thought I might be going to get off with one or more of those guys.”

“I’m obviously missing something.”

“They already had me...” Candice paused for effect. “When I came out of the hospital and I was taken—”

“To Mistress’s.”

“Exactly. Those were the three guys. She’s very clever, isn’t she... bringing them to this party. I thought it was important to say no to them.”

Andy waited, saying nothing.

“That night I was given a choice, Mistress made me choose, but all I could decide was what, not who. I could have said no to everything, but it was a package of activities, I didn’t choose the guys. I didn’t say yes to them, I said yes to being fucked and used.”

“So now you are making your own choices? That was the point, right?”

“Mmmm.”

“And they’ll tell Mistress?”

“I already told her.”

Andy stepped back a little and looked at her. “So, um, if I’m getting this right... this was aimed at me?”

Candice threw her arms around him and kissed him. “Clever boy.”

“Are you saying that you’ll never fuck anyone else?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Not exactly? Sexual acts are somewhat exact, I mean penetration is a kind of all-or-nothing thing.”

“What I meant is that I don’t need to have anyone else. You can tell me to fuck or let me say yes to offers. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be fun. We can choose. It’s not a compulsion any more.”

“So this grown-up business could be something of an anticlimax.”

“Oh no. I’ve got nothing against climaxes, the more the merrier. I just want them to be ours.”

Andy stood watching the party circle around them.

“You look puzzled,” Candice said.

“I’m thinking.” He laughed. “Put yourself in my position. I’m at my mother-in-law’s place with a brothel owner and some of her workers, and my wife’s pregnant girlfriend, and this naked exhibitionist who says I am all she needs. Where the hell does the party go from here?”

Candice laughed.

“Actually,” Andy said. “I think it was simpler when you were throwing yourself at randy strangers. My role was easy; I was the long-suffering husband that people could feel sorry for behind his back while appearing to be amazed by his fortitude for sticking by his slut of a wife.”

Candice moved back a step and studied Andy’s face.

“That was sharp,” she said. “Wow... I could push you in the pool, would that help?”

Andy laughed and hugged her. “This is an expensive suit. Push me in and it could set off a chain reaction ending with a big cleaning bill. The theory behind the idea is good, the implementation is tricky. Don’t worry, I’ll cope. Save that for another day.”

“Can I ask you one other wicked question?”

“The night is yet young.”

“You remember Sue?”

“Sue that used to ride shotgun on your adventures?”

“I feel bad about her. I’ve barely spoken to her since the accident. I know she felt guilty for not stopping me getting into that car. I need to make up to her, but I don’t know how.”

“You should have invited her to this.”

“A bit late now, but you’re right.”

“So have her round for dinner and she can see that you’re all in one piece. I can thank her for phoning me that night, and we’ll take it from there.”

“What if she wants to party some more?”

“You can say that you’ve learned your lesson, or something such. Try to pick a nice evening and you can take her skinny dipping and I’ll look at her lecherously. That should keep her happy.”

Candice laughed. “And if she wants you to fuck her?”

“I’ll have to see what my wife says.”

“So if I told you to give Sue a sort of mercy thank you fuck,” she burst into giggles.

“I thought she had a husband.”

“She does, but she gets bored with him.”

“How awful.”

“How do you mean?”

“Whoops, I may have put my foot in it there. I always thought that you screwed around because you needed to prove something for yourself, not because you were bored with me. A guy has some hope when his wife is off philandering because she’s lost confidence in herself. I figured there was always a chance of a way back from that. Being boring, on the other hand, well, damn, finding your way back from that would be a mountain to climb.”

“I was never, ever bored with you darling. Never, ever, ever. Sue will love this place, but you may have to fuck her.”

“Gees.”

“Still think this new grown-up life is going to be an anticlimax?”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~

This may seem an odd place to end this saga but it seems logical to me. In writing jargon the character arcs have all reached a point where they intersect in a new equilibrium.

I expect to write more because with these character because I have come to like them. From now on, my expectation is that they will feature in self-contained stories rather than a continuing saga. I am particularly attracted to the idea of a series about Rhona’s clients, with possible guest appearances from the Andrews household.

I would be interested to know if there would be an audience for a series of standalone stories based on the idea of a Sugar Milf or in Rhona’s case Sugar Wilf. The stories would be linked vicariously by the setting and set up, but each would standalone without a narrative connection.