The Accompanist

The AccompanistIt was the Afternoon. Joyce had been with me for nearly two hours when suddenly she leaned me to look at my watch on the table."Half past four," she cried in a panic. "Stop it! i shall be late," and, scrambling out of bed, she started getting into her clothes in a rush. she frowned when she caught me watching her. I liked seeing her dress. Her legs and arms were thin and as she put up her arms to fasten her bra and leaned forward to pull on her tights, she seem...