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I was rushing about the house about an hour before Phylis was due to pick me up to attend the special and secret meeting of the Ladies Triangle. Phylis had suggested that everyone had to wear a something red. That posed a problem, everything I had was demin blue, or white, being more of a classic dresser.

Eventually at the base of the wardrobe I found a red gypsy top, softly gathered at the neckline, I put it on over the jeggings. It was fairly long, so it covered all the lumpy bits, I couldn't fit into the jeggings having eaten all the pies the day before.

Phylis steamed in with a cheery, "Hello! you ready?" at about 7pm.
"Yes just about," I said feeling like a vamp. "Will I do?"
She inspected me in silence, "Love it," she said, "I can't say I've ever seen you in red."
"Matches my sunburn," I said wryly.

"Do I look too old?" I said feeling like a lamb dressed as mutton.
"No, you look great, I love the look of sophistication and innocence that you bubble out all the time."
"Thanks!"
"Tomorrow I've booked you into having your hair done before the show. No problem about how... Is there...?"
"Will I be sky blue pink with yellow spots?" I asked cheerfully, actually it was usually different yet tasteful.

We arrived at the Ladies Triangle about 7.30, the room was full of excitable young ladies which Phylis said were all business professionals.
They were busy building a triangle out of oddly accented jars and vases, into which they put spices and incense sticks. Some of them actually looked older than I did.

Mostly they ignored me, and I found myself joining in, walking the triangle humming along to the song that they sang. it appeared tonight that nothing else was coming off in the way of clothing. It wasn't a full moon. I had checked!

"Sisters." intoned the fattest woman, "I have a problem."
"Tell us," chanted the others - me included.
"An older woman has stolen my man, I claim the right of the younger woman."
"We support you, sister. We will find ways to cut her legs off and make her do what we say."

"Sisters," said another, "I have a problem."
"Tell us," we chanted, I snuffled back a cough.
"A older woman has taken the business from me, she started a similar business and has poached my customers."
"We support you, sister. We will work together to discredit her and we will contact other triangles."

They stopped to have a cup of tea then, and the plots began to flow around the table. Some of us were to follow a victim on the train to work and put rumours about. Her hairdresser offered to change her hairstyle and ways were to be found to encourage her to wear more suitable clothes.
"I'll say she smells a bit."
"Yeah now that's a useful start, we can build on it later..."
"I call the Tripod at Centon & Barbreaker tomorrow, they'll have members who can help."
"What if some one reports us?"
"We'll just shut down for a bit if it gets too hot."
"There's always the radio.. the media."
"Yeah get them talking, make it a game. Always good for business. No one ever gets its serious."
"Funny!"
"Yeah but these older biatches are a problem! And there's ways to control that..."
"I'm a nurse, I know how to. Well a quick twist there and he won't be able to have sex with her... If you know what I mean."
A silence. Phylis and I shared a look.
"Perhaps too far?"
"She can be fixed too... There's ways..."
They seemed very keen. Sudden burst of laughter.
"That last guy he has to keep a small vibrator in his pocket all the time after one night with you. Can't get it up otherwise."
I asked quietly, "How do you do it exactly?"
"It's in the bone structure, I'm so tall," she boasted, swinging her long torso about, I moved back. "Tall women are better lovers..."
"I just invite them to have sex with me, and when he's in position I squeeze and twist. It's an accident..."
The others laughed, I wanted to scream.
"We'll make the usual lists then, all the ones who want to have sex with him first. Then it's fair he hasn't lost out."
"What's his fantasy? Mother's and daughters?"
"Not sure, we'll find out."

I felt like running away. Phylis didn't agree to any of it, she looked ill, she just pointed out that very few people could afford her designs anyway. I said I had a job, and didn't have the opportunity to follow anyone. I think they thought we were together, seemed approving. That's why they didn't push. I could see why Paul had run away from his partner, he said he'd suffered domestic abuse. I'd had a hard time believing that one, yet now... Now I wanted to scream. Now I knew what to expect if I took it beyond casual friendship.

At 9, they packed up, laughing and joking and we all went home, no one had sussed out my age. It was chilling to think about what they would do if they had...

.............

The following day I got up at about 4:30 to get bathed and dressed. No point in doing my hair, Luigi was waiting for me, all smart and ultra male. He was my ideal man if only I was 25 years younger. He was actually 20 and I'd still be cradle snatching...

"I've got instructions," he said sensuously stoking my hair. "Just lay back, think of England, and enjoy it..."