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golden girl touched some hidden depth in her which, having lain dormant all these years, had suddenly now burst to such electrifying life? Had she all along had these overwhelming lesbian tendencies buried within her?
    She was blushing like a schoolgirl and felt absolutely ridiculous as her frantic brain whirred in the effort of searching for speech. ‘You are completely gorgeous,’ that rich, deep voice murmured. It was as if she had touched her, caressed her in some secret spot.
    â€˜Thank you,’ Felicity stammered inadequately, her face burning.
    Still holding her by one hand, the other long arm slipped around her waist, Magda led her over the square of richly patterned carpet to where Lord Burnopside was talking to another group. ‘She is absolutely heavenly,’ Magda purred. ‘So much more stunning than her pictures. Isn’t she?’ The group around his lordship muttered their agreement, laughing politely, to Felicity’s further mortification.
    â€˜Don’t,’ she flustered, even more adolescent in her confusion. ‘Please - you’re embarrassing me.’
    â€˜Come on, sugar,’ Magda purred, ‘you must be used to guys drooling all over you. And gals, too,’ she added, to another chorus of polite laughter. ‘If not, you’d better get used to it pretty quick, baby. Especially the girls, after A Woman’s Touch hits the screen.’
    There was yet another burst of mirth.
    â€˜I hear they’re thinking of renaming it, A Woman’s Crutch ,’ quipped a chubby, red-faced individual.
    Felicity felt the arm tighten about her waist, drawing her even close. ‘Don’t be so beastly, Sir Hugh,’ Magda chastised. ‘I’m sure it’ll be lovely, and not at all the sort of thing dirty old men with coats over their knees toss themselves off to.’
    â€˜No need for the coat,’ Sir Hugh answered, undeterred by the challenge. ‘It’ll be seen in the privacy of their own sordid hovels. They can stand stark bollock naked waggling their dicks at the screen.’
    Felicity was surprised at the respect paid by this collection of wealthy men to the tall figure who was holding her protectively to her side. Especially as the other girls, in spite of their wonderful looks, were extremely deferential, and voiced no opinions of their own, responding only when called upon to do so. So much so that Felicity had soon begun to wonder whether they were employees of his lordship, in spite of their elegant grooming and stylish clothes.
    In fact, this whole weekend was turning out to be full of surprises already. For a start, she had assumed that Stella, and the other principals from the cast of A Woman’s Touch , would all be there. But, much to her new lover’s disgust, a last minute engagement over in Paris had cropped up for the blonde star. She had tried to postpone it, but without success. The clincher had been when Lord Burnopside himself had telephoned.
    â€˜So sorry you won’t be able to make it down to the Hall this weekend, but some other time, eh?’ he’d said. ‘I really think you ought to do this Paris thing. It’ll be a great boost to the show. Make sure we get full European coverage. Our French friends will be dying to get their hands on it. Especially after seeing you on Spectacle de Samedi .’
    There was only Ally from the cast, as far as Felicity could see. And Ted Davidson, the chief cameraman, whom she had loathed almost on sight, and been given no reason to change her opinion through the months of their necessarily close and intimate association. The knowledge of his steadfastly observing her unclothed body, and even arranging it, manipulating the entangled limbs of herself and her lover like some lecherous puppet master, had upset her greatly at first.
    Paradoxically, things had improved once she and Stella had become lovers off screen. Or perhaps Ted’s lecherous manner just