The Walrus and the Pussycats

By Kev Pickering

The Pussycat Gang - the most feared, bloodthirsty and deadly gang of robbers on the East Coast

Madame X - head of one of the largest international crime organizations, and yet a woman of mystery.

What crime could be so horrific, so ghastly that these two groups would combine to stop it? The first clues are uncovered in Switzerland, but from there the conspiracy uncovered brings these two groups together to bring it to an end - by any means necessary.

The events will change the lives of all involved forever, as new friendships and alliances are forged, and long held secrets are revealed. By the time the long hot summer ends, nothing will be the same...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781326280505

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The Walrus and the Pussycats

The Walrus and the Pussycats

By Kev Pickering and Jennifer Jay

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Welcome Back

For those of you who are discovering the ladies for the first time, welcome.  For those who are returning, welcome back to New York, and the story of seven women about town...

In this book, we catch up with the ladies as the summer begins, and take them through four months – a time in which a great deal of change happens, not just to the Pussycats, but to many around them as well – and none more so than a lady known to you as Madame X.

Well, that’s not quite true – and in fact, a theme that runs through this book is change.  By the time we come to the end, nobody is going to be the same person they are as the story starts – of that, I give you my promise. 

We have in essence, through this story, one tale to tell – one that involves issues that I feel do need to be addressed, because they do happen.  We hear of them in the news, and read of them in the papers, and although what you hold in your hand is a work of fiction, Jennifer and I hope it is a reflection of some very real, and very horrific truths.

It’s a long book – and a much longer tale than the one Jennifer and I first discussed – but we hope you enjoy it.  Although the events and many of the characters are fictional, some real people are reflected in this tale – and if we cause offence in the way they are portrayed, I and Jennifer apologise.

So pour a drink, sit back, and begin – and don’t worry.  All will become clear – eventually...

Kev Pickering.

Dear readers.

May I open by saying it is an extreme pleasure to have collaborated on all these tales with Kev that make up the second of our Pussycat Gang books. His ability to take my disjointed ideas and turn them into complete stories is at least to me a skill beyond prize. I thank him so much.

Now as to this book, it is in basic terms a story of bad women overcoming a far greater evil. As always nothing is black and white in the world of the Pussycats. Our heroines are sociopathic criminals, but when confronted by evil of a kind that even they cannot countenance, and on a scale that goes far beyond the atrocities committed by a small gang such as their own, they chose to take a moral stand against the greater wrong.

Their methods are frequently outside the law, and some of their actions are horrific, but as always you must view them not with conventional eyesight, but with an understanding of what horrors drive them on.

Everything is drawn against worlds that fascinate me, Academia, Fashion, Africa, New York, and I hope you appreciate that we do try and reflect all those things very accurately in our storytelling.

Anyway to finish can I commend this book to you, and whether they horrify you, or interest you, let me commend you for at least being willing to give the Pussycats a read.

HUGS

Jennifer Jay

Previously…

The Pussycat Gang has, in the last few years, gained a reputation as one of the most violent and ruthless groups of armed robbers on the Eastern seaboard.  Dressed identically, capable of the most depraved violence in order to get what they want, they hold a place of awe and fear in the minds of the population.

Under the identical black hair, clothes and costumes, however, the members of the Pussycat Gang are well known in New York Society.  Juliette Huntingdown is the Chief Fashion Writer for Complete Style magazine, while her daughter Carina is a well liked student at St Angela’s School for Young Ladies.  Her best friend there is Abigail de Ros, whose mother Diana is a leading socialite.  A good friend of both Juliette and Diana is Alexandra Richmond, Sandy to her friends, a former Debutante of the year who is now an interior designer.  Sandy has two children from her previous marriage, Little Sandy and George, who are cared for by her nanny, Heather Smith.

Nobody knows these six women are actually Miss Panther, Miss Lynx, Miss Tigress, Miss Leopard, Miss Cheetah and Miss Puma – The Pussycat Gang.

They have recently been joined by a seventh member, codenamed Miss Bobcat.  Although she speaks with a Southern accent, the Pussycats first encountered her as Megan Markham, the daughter of the manager of a bank in Greenford, Connecticut, which was targeted by the gang.  As was their usual practice, they had taken over the Markham home the night before, but as Miss Lynx and Miss Tigress threatened to torture Megan they discovered instead a kindred spirit – so much so that Miss Panther invited Megan to join them, if she passed the initiation test.  It was Megan who killed her mother, and threatened her father as Miss Bobcat, while the gang gave the impression they had kidnapped her and killed her.  Some weeks later, Heather welcomed her little sister Joanne to New York and the Richmond home, and Jo soon became part of the family in every way.

After she enrolled in St Angela’s, Jo and Abby found themselves leading the effort to counsel their fellow students after one of their own, Jamie Kirkham, was killed in an armed robbery at a Sweet Sixteen party – one that saw Carina and another student, Bobbi Morse, critically injured and a waitress killed.  The raid was carried out by a group claiming to be the Pussycat Gang – a slight on their name that the ladies could not allow to pass.

It was during this event that Juliette revealed that Carina’s father was a rapist, who had attacked Juliette in Los Angeles.  Although Carina recovered, both Juliette and Diana wondered if this was the reason she had what they called the Beast within her – a part of Carina most often seen as Miss Lynx.

Over the next few months, as they lived their lives, the Pussycats carried out more daring raids – one of which led to the death of a policewoman, and the eyes of the local Mafia families turning to them.  At the same time, an encounter with Abigail’s grandfather, the Duc du Grechy, during the Christmas holidays led to The Beast coming loose – and as a result of what happened that night, Carina discovered she was pregnant.  The father was dead – killed by The Beast.

Also turning their attention to the Pussycats was a special task force, two members of which were Janice Carter and Adam Ball of the FBI New York Office.  They have come to know both Juliette and Sandy well, Janice in particular – a friendship that was to prove crucial.

The dispute with the Mafia came to a head when Vincenzo Maroni, one of the local heads, decided enough was enough – and put pressure on one Thomas Morgan, aka Tommy the Fish, suspecting he was supplying the Pussycats with guns and ammunition.  In this, he was right – and Tommy feared the ladies as much as anyone – but they had formed a grudging bond of respect, and when Maroni threatened both Tommy and his friend Annie, they offered both of them protection when assassination attempts were made on both of them.  In return, Tommy has become a useful contact between them and other elements of the underworld.

As for Maroni – Juliette and Carina were horrified to discover, after Carina was attacked by him, that Maroni was the likely father of Carina, and therefore the man who raped Juliette.  In a plan which involved convincing the FBI the Pussycats were Italian Americans, Maroni saw his family gunned down when they were forced to dress as Pussycats – and then lost his own life at the hands of Juliette and Carina.

A trip to London to recover led to more discoveries - Sandy and Heather, lovers as well as nanny and employer, felt more free than they had ever done, and considered moving to London; Carina and Abigail realised they had feelings for each other; the group met a young girl called Jeannie Brewster, who despite being confined to a wheelchair showed the makings of a top model; and Jo’s real father saw them, and became convinced Megan was still alive.

On their return to New York, the Pussycats decided to hit another bank in Greenford – but in the process, discovered another group was looking at the bank.  A group led by the woman known only as Madame X.  The two agreed to combine forces, one of Madame’s operatives joining the Pussycats, and as a result a strong bond of trust has arisen between the two groups.

A bond that was soon needed – after a trip to the Hamptons over Easter, in which the relationship between Heather and Sandy became public knowledge, Jo was kidnapped by her real father, and taken back to Greenford.  The Pussycats could not go and rescue her, as it would involve more questions than answers, so they hatched a plan to steer Agents Carter and Ball towards Joe Markham as they investigated the kidnapping.  At the same time, Madame X sent two of her associates – Susan, who had helped before, and the tall Amazonian Dominique, her head of security, to assist in any way necessary.

In the end, Jo was rescued by Agent Carter and a SWAT team – into which Heather and Susan had inserted themselves, Heather taking care of Joe Markham once and for all.  This only further strengthened the friendship between the ladies and Janice Carter – while at the same time Carina and Juliette discovered a secret about Dominique, one they swore to keep.

As the school year ended, Carina and her friends graduated, with Carina and Judy McNally heading to Yale.  Jo was appointed one of the new Head Girls at St Angela’s.  Jeannie Brewster and her mother, now that Jeannie had been signed by the same agency that managed Juliette and other models, had visited New York with a view to moving over permanently – and Jeannie had made her mark in spectacular fashion at an awards show.  Abigail, now one of the top models in the world, was travelling to Europe for a promotional campaign with her mother.  Life seemed to be settling down, and all the ladies were looking forward to a peaceful summer.

Life, however, has a habit of throwing curve balls...

First Blood

May 23rd 2011

2 pm

The Richmond Mansion, Upper 5th Avenue, New York

Well, I wonder how she’s feeling today, Diana said as she and Juliette climbed the stairs to the front door of the mansion.

Well, she’s certainly improved a lot since the New Year, Juliette said as she rang the doorbell.  How is Abigail?

Feeling incredibly awkward, Diana said as she shook her head, She seems to have sprouted three inches in the last month – I had to replace her school uniform again last week.

Takes after her mother, Juliette said with a smile as the door opened.

Good morning, Heather, Juliette said as the door was opened by the young nanny, is Sandy in?

She is, Miss Huntingdown, Heather said as she opened the door to let her and Diana in, she’s in her studio.  Go right on through – I have some washing to sort out.

It’s Juliette, Heather, the fashion writer said, but Heather just smiled and made her way to the kitchen.  Diana opened the door and walked into Sandy’s studio, the two women looking at her as she threw another piece of paper into a waste basket.

Errr – bad day, Diana said as Sandy looked up.

Nah – just trying to stop suggesting blood red for a client’s walls, Sandy said as she stood up.  I need a break anyway – why don’t we get some coffee?

As they walked into the kitchen, Sandy said It’s final.

The divorce?

Yeah – the papers came through today.  I’ll tell the kids when Heather brings them back from nursery later.

Heather looked over from the door to the laundry room and smiled as Sandy put on a fresh pot of coffee.  She still the miracle worker in your eyes, Juliette said as she looked to the door.

You have no idea, Sandy said as she found some mugs.  In fact, I shudder to think what might have happened if she had not come along.

So do we, Diana said as she poured the coffee, and they went through to the drawing room.

Hey, by the way, Sandy said as they sat down, congratulations on the promotion – chief fashion writer.  Very nice.

I can’t complain, Juliette said with a smile, new office, and some staff under me.  Plus, I get to do a bit more travelling, catch up with a few old friends.

I bet Carina’s happy as well?

Juliette smiled and said In a way – but she’s only four foot eleven.  She keeps saying she wants to follow in my footsteps, but the height…

I’m sure she will still be a beauty, Diana said with a smile, after all, she is, as you Americans like to say, filling out nicely.

Heather heard them laughing in the front room and smiled.  She preferred it when Sandy was happy – it made her happy too.  Getting this job had been her salvation, and she felt she owed Sandy anything and everything.

4 pm

The de Ros Mansion, West Central Park

The slamming of the front door made Diana look up from the book she was reading.

Abigail, darling, is that you?

There was no reply, but she could hear feet running up the stairs.  Putting her book down, Diana walked slowly up and tapped on the door to her daughter’s room.

Abigail?

Go away, mother.

Diana opened the door to see Abigail lying face down on the bed, her head in her arms.  She still had on her blue blazer and dark grey pleated skirt, while her long legs had a pair of white socks and black Mary Jane shoes on them.

What is wrong, ma cherie, Diana said as she sat and put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

Everything, she said as she turned and looked at Diana, her eyes red with tears, everyone at school hates me, I’m too clumsy, I look like a boy…

Come, child, surely it is not that bad.

You don’t understand – she did it again tonight, when I was walking back with Ally and Nell.

Who did what?

The Fratton girl – she followed me home, kept making jokes about me, called me a stick again and again…

Oh dear, Diana said as she held Abigail close to her, there are so many cruel people in the world.

Why do they do it, mama – why do they pick on me?

Maybe because they see something in you they fear – the weak always pick on those they fear.

But it makes me want to hurt them – why can’t I be like Ally and Nell, and wear makeup, look older…

No, Diana said firmly, you know I will not allow it cherie.  It is important you are comfortable as you are…

5 pm

The Huntingdown apartment, Morningside Avenue

Juliette rustled through her handbag as she looked for her keys, and let herself into her apartment.  I’m home, she called out, only to stop as she heard giggling from the front room.

Cari, she said as she walked in, Are you…

Oh hi Ms Huntingdown, Tommy said as he jumped up, straightening his white shirt and black jumper as he did so.  Juliette watched as Cari slowly sat up, her glasses to one side as she said Errr – hi mom.

Hello, Juliette said quietly.  Tommy, would you excuse us for a few minutes?

Sure thing, Ms Huntingdown, Tommy said as he tried to make as dignified an exit as he could, leaving the fourteen year old Carina alone with her mother.  She stood up and straightened her blouse as Juliette walked in and said sit down, Cari.

Mom, it wasn’t what it looked like…

Really?  Juliette raised an eyebrow as she looked at her daughter, her blouse stretching over her chest, and said Tell me what it looked like.

Errrmmm…

Juliette shook her head.  Carina, you’re growing up, and that means you’re changing as well.  I know that – after all, I was your age once.

When you were my age, Mom, you were appearing in catalogue shoots.

Doesn’t mean I didn’t have those feelings, Juliette said.  Look, you know you can talk to me, right?

I know mom, Carina said as she came over and hugged her mother.  Can we go over and see Abby later?

Perhaps – if you get all your homework done.

Thanks mom, Cari said as she walked off, Juliette shaking her head as she did so.

May 24th

Park Avenue

11 am

If there was one place Sandy did not want to be that day, it was the Cashman house, but a contract was a contract, and she could not deny the work kept her occupied.  But did it have to be the woman who completely turned her life upside down?

She tried not to be there when SHE was present, but today it was going to be unavoidable, as she needed to collect payment for her work.  Walking to the front door, Sandy pushed it open and called out anyone home?

In here Mrs Gra…  Sorry, Miss Richmond, she heard the decorator call out as she walked in.

Don’t worry Dave – I’ll forgive you, she said as she looked round the kitchen.  Wonderful job as always.

You pay the big bucks, you get the best, Miss Richmond, Dave said with a smile, and then whispered especially with Silicon Fran around.

Sandy had to stop herself from laughing when she heard a voice say Alexandra, Darling – how nice to see you again.

And you, Francesca, Sandy said as she turned and greeted her client.  Francesca Cashman was in her early thirties, with peroxide blonde hair, and wore a tight black top that barely covered her chest, leaving her stomach exposed above her leopard print leggings.  

Sandy was glad she was dressed in a business style today, in a blue skirt and jacket over a cream camisole.  Heather had remarked how professional she looked before she went out, which made her feel happy.

So, you’ve come for your payment?

Well, I have bills to pay as well, Sandy said as they walked into the front room of Francesca’s house, the blonde teetering on four inch stiletto heel sandals.

By the way, I saw George with his girlfriend yesterday – Allison, isn’t it?

I have no idea, Francesca, Sandy said through gritted teeth, I try to have as little to do with George as possible at the moment.

I really think you should have kept him, Francesca said with a smile as she knelt down and opened an old fashioned looking safe.  As she opened the door, Sandy could see the neatly stacked trays of jewellery, bonds and bank notes inside.

Francesca took a cheque book out, deliberately leaving the safe door open as she smiled and began to write out the payment.  Sandy looked at her, the smile now permanently etched onto her face as she saw the cheque being torn off and handed over.

Thank you, she said as she put the cheque into her leather case, I’ll mail the receipt out to you in the next few days.  Forgive me, but I must hurry – another appointment.

Oh, won’t you stay a little longer, Francesca said as she swung round on her chair, We could talk about what has happened to each of us.

No – I really do have to go, Sandy said as she stood up, and shook Francesca’s hand, waving to Dave as she walked out and got behind the wheel of her Daimler.  She made sure the windows were shut, before she let rip with a barrage that would have made the Naval Yards wince, then she sped off.

1 pm

The Refectory, St Angela’s, E 87th Street

The four freshmen sat at their table at the side of the refectory looking enviously at the Senior girls occupying the prized centre tables, particularly the one ‘belonging’ to Belinda Campion, the head girl.

When I’m head girl, all my friends whatever class they’re in, not just Seniors, will be able to sit with me.

And what makes you think Tennant will ever choose you as Head Girl Judy? Bobbi Morse asked.

Not going to happen in a million years Judy. Carina smiled at her friend.

I’d be a better choice. Beth Fitzgerald tossed her newly styled red hair.

None of us will. Judy McNally shook her head. You and Cari are geeks Beth… Bobbi isn’t Catholic, and the Tennant has me pegged as a troublemaker.

Look at that bitch Kennedy Fratton. Carina changed the subject.

I know. Judy glanced over. Who does she think she is? Blair Waldorf?

All four girls looked over at the bully of the sophomore class, surrounded by her friends as she held court like a queen.

Her and her precious little band of toadies. Bobbi gritted her teeth.

Yeah, all because her dad is some high end jeweller. Beth looked daggers.

She followed poor Abby home from the bus stop again last night. Carina glared at the back of her best friend’s tormentor.

One day she’ll get hers. Judy cast a look of loathing at the bitch.

Mom caught me and Tommy kissing last night. Carina changed the subject again. Then she gave me ‘The Talk’.

Oh my God, how embarrassing. Judy giggled.

For her? or for me? I’m not sure my mother even knows what sex is.

She must do, she had you. Beth spoke up. Remember what they taught us in Sex Ed?

Am I the only one who thinks the whole idea of parents ‘doing it’ is gross? Judy asked.

Not sure my Mom does. Cari shook her head, Its years since she’s even been on a date.

So what did she catch you and Tommy doing to get the big talk? Judy asked.

We were just kissing…

And? all three girls asked.

His tongue was in my mouth.

Ewwwww GROSS! Bobbi exclaimed.

His hand was inside my blouse.

Oh my God Carina Huntingdown… YOU SLUT! Judy giggled.

Aren’t I just… Carina stood up as the bell went for class leaving her stunned friends in her wake.

8 pm

The Long Bar

I just want to wipe the fucking stupid smile off her stupid fucking face and teach her the fucking lesson of a fucking lifetime!

Diana and Juliette looked at each other across the table as Sandy drained her glass and ordered another bottle of wine - the fifth so far.

Of course you want to, ma Cherie, Diana said as she poured the wine into the glass, she hurt you – hurt you badly – and it is only natural you would seek revenge on her for this insult.

Of course I should, Sandy said as she grabbed her glass, she should pay for all she did to me, and has contrived to do since then.  I mean, the only reason she mentioned that bastard was to upset me.

Well, she managed that, Juliette said quietly, I haven’t seen you this upset since Christmas.  I really thought you had got over it.

So did I, Sandy said as she drained half her glass in one drink, but then she brought everything back.  I’m lucky I didn’t have another ticket on the interstate.

Well, no way are you driving home tonight, Juliette said as she drained her glass.

None of us are driving, my dear, Diana said as she emptied the bottle.  We shall commiserate with each other and toast our sorrows.

Salut, the three said as they clinked their glasses.

Do you…  Do you know what I really wanted to do when she showed me that fucking safe with the fucking jewels and the fucking bonds and the fucking money?  I wanted to pull a gun out, shoot her fucking grinning face clean off, and empty the lot into my bag.

Juliette and Diana looked at her, before they burst out laughing.

I’m not joking, Sandy said as she looked at them, I would have done it.  Mind you, I’d have been arrested, lost the kids, lost everything…

Only if they knew it was you, and only if you got caught, Juliette said as she ordered a sixth bottle of wine.

Yeah – like a bunch of women could rob someone at gunpoint.

Why not?

Sandy looked at Juliette, before saying Oh come on Ju – it’s a pipe dream, a nice fantasy.

I’m serious, Juliette said as she looked at the other two, I think it is possible for the three of us to rob Francesca fucking Cashman, take her to the cleaners, and leave her completely and totally fucking humiliated.  I’d do it for you Sandy – you deserve some happiness.

And I would do it as well, Diana said as she drained her glass, I will hold a rifle to her while you take extreme delight in taking everything she has.

Oh – and what are we going to do, dress up in boiler suits and masks?

No, Juliette said, but imagine - women dressed identically, acting as one, controlling the situation.  I read an article about some women in London who do just that – but we would do it in style, and with much more aggression.  We could be the most frightening bitches this side of fucking bitchdom.

Are you serious, Juliette, Diana said as she looked at her.

Will you join me?

The three ladies toasted each other, and then opened the new bottle of wine.

May 25th

1 pm

Central Park

Sandy Richmond walked along the path, the dark glasses giving her eyes some relief as she approached Juliette and Diana next to a hot dog stand.

Why are we having lunch here Ju? Sandy glanced round at the open green spaces of Central Park.

Well first because Willy serves the best hot dogs in the city.  As she spoke, Juliette handed each of them a hot dog.

Darling you know how much I loathe these things. Diana looked down with disgust at the food in her manicured hand.

Just try it Diana.   You’re practically American now anyway.

And what was the second thing… Sandy broke out laughing as Diana took a bite, screwing her face up as she tried to eat it.

Vous appelez cet aliment ? Il est adapté uniquement pour les porcs.  She looked at it as if it was a cigarette end, as the other two laughed.

Returning to the second matter, I wanted to ask how serious you were about what we discussed last night?

Last night is a bit of a haze, remind me darling. Sandy said as she took another bite.

The robbery. Juliette whispered.

Well I’d love to do it, but us three REALLY pull a home invasion… Sandy gave an ironic laugh. Get serious Juliette.

Diana can teach us how to use guns. Juliette looked at her friend.

Darling guns are not toys to be played with. Diana looked serious for a second.

All we need do is make the bitch ‘think’ we’ll kill her…

Ju you’re getting off on this whole idea aren’t you? Sandy interrupted.

I’m just fascinated by the idea of us plotting and pulling a crime.

What if we got caught darling? Diana looked aggrieved as she took another bite.

First we are VERY careful and leave no clues, second who is EVER going to suspect us of being armed robbers?

Well the first is difficult, don’t you ever watch TV crime shows? Sandy asked.  The second I’ll grant you though.

Well even if we never do it, won’t it be fun planning out how it could be done?  I personally would love to work through the possibilities, try to look at all the angles.  Call it an intellectual exercise if you want.

I guess so. Diana nodded as she finished her lunch. Darling you owe me for making me eat that.

Okay so we plan it out, but what do we really know? Sandy asked.

I suspect more than we realize darling. Juliette closed her eyes.

We don’t have your brain darling. Sandy laughed.

Her computer…. Diana laughed too.

Girls just let me plan it out and just maybe if it looks good…. Juliette looked round to make sure no one could hear. Let’s do it.

All right, all right, Sandy said with a smile, do your dreaming, Juliette.  We’ll meet at my place tonight, and have some food Diana will appreciate.

Oh, the French aristocrat said, what?

Burger King take out.

She ducked as Diana’s gloved hand threatened to make contact…

3 pm

Conde Nast, corner of Lexington and E 47th Street

Knock Knock.

Juliette looked up and closed her laptop when she saw Mary Thomas standing in the doorway.

Mary darling – how are you, she said as she walked over and hugged her old friend.

Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure – congratulations darling, you deserve it.

Oh I don’t know…

That bit on Karl Lagerfeld sealed the deal for everyone.  So, what are you working on now?

Travel plans, what shows to go to myself, what shows to delegate – you?

Oh, this and that – how’s Diana?

Worried about Abby.  She’s getting a lot of teasing from some girls – mostly from St Angela’s.  She’s giving serious thought to sending her to Sacred Heart.

Bullies – I always say stand up to them – and Abby can stand up to anyone.  Look I’ll let you get back to work.  Catch up with you tomorrow?

I look forward to it, Juliette said as Mary left, and she returned to the project she was working on, looking at the Cashman town house…

8 pm

The Richmond Mansion

Sandy came in and closed the door before looking at Diana and Juliette.

Okay George has the children, Heather is upstairs in her room…

Are you sure Sandy? Juliette interrupted.

Yes I’m sure…. Why?

Look at this, ladies. Juliette opened up her laptop and pressed a few buttons.

Oh dear Goddess you are serious about this. Diana looked in amazement as she looked over Juliette’s shoulder.

Look Sandy is entitled to some revenge, I never got mine…

Got your what darling? Diana asked.

Doesn’t matter, it’s not important. Juliette shook her head, But Sandy we can do this for you.

Well I appreciate the thought Darling, but I’m not going to go to prison and lose my children.

Do this and you won’t. Juliette smiled. It’s fool proof.

Diana looked at the plans Juliette was showing.  Let me get this clear in my mind – we all wear the same clothes, the same look, the same accessories, and we make ourselves as glamorous as possible?

That’s right, Juliette said, but no individuality in that – we look the same, we dress the same, we all wear the same gloves.  We all take different names, but otherwise…

Sandy looked at the sketches.  Well, I grant you, it looks sexy, but what are we wearing on our heads?

Stockings – they distort the face but still allow vision.

Hmmm – so we drive up to the front door, we knock politely and then…

We take the intimidation to eleven.  We swear twice as much, we threaten more, and we carry through our threats.  We channel our inner anger and lose ourselves in the characters.  So we take the people in the house hostage, force them to open the safe, and empty it.

What about transport?

We steal a car?

And just how do we do that?  Juliette, this is crazy.

Do you want the bitch to suffer or not?

Sandy nodded as Juliette looked at Diana.  The guns are an issue – they would have to be bought and untraceable.

Can it be done?

Let me talk to someone at my gun club tomorrow.  I will see what they say, but if we get caught…

We don’t – we take control of the house, and everyone in it.  Sandy, who lives there?

Cashman, her husband, and a housekeeper and maid.

Would any of them try to fight a woman holding a shotgun at them?

No – no I don’t think they would.

So how can it…

Juliette held up her hand as she stood up and walked to the door.  Opening it suddenly, the other two saw Heather come in, saying Hi as she did so.

How much did you hear?

Enough – you’re planning to rob someone?

And if we are?

If you were, who?

Someone who hurt me a great deal, Sandy said as she looked at Heather.  Question is, what are you going to do with what you just heard.

This person hurt you?  Heather looked hard at Sandy as she said this.

Yes, yes she did.

Well then, Heather said, the bitch deserves everything she gets.  I want to help.

You want to help?  Why?

Because I don’t like it when you’re sad, and to repay you for giving me a job, and because I think I love you, and…

Whoa, whoa – back up a bit.

To repay you for giving me a job?

No – the bit after that.

I think you heard me, Heather said as she looked at Sandy, and Sandy looked back at her.

Well, you two can discuss that later, Juliette said, is she in?

Can you get George to take the children this weekend?

No – but Mother might, Sandy said, why?

I’ll call you tomorrow – if I do, we’re on.

Juliette looked at Sandy and Heather, who nodded in agreement.

All right then, operation scratch the bitch is a go, Juliette said with a smile.

May 26th

1 am

The Richmond Mansion

Sandy came into the kitchen to see Heather sitting at the breakfast bar, wearing a white dressing gown over her nightdress, and with a glass of milk to one side as she looked at her laptop.

What are you looking at Heather? Sandy was still surprised to find the Nanny up at this ungodly hour.

Oh just looking some things up on the internet. As Heather looked up, she saw Sandy in her blue nightdress, the thin spaghetti straps revealing those slim shoulders.

Sandy walked round and put her hand on Heather’s shoulder, taking a look at what was on the computer screen.

Car theft?

Well - none of us know how to do it, but I always find the net an incredible learning tool.

Sandy nodded, admiring her initiative and her soft blonde hair.  So what have you learned?

Quite a bit Miss Richmond.

Isn’t it time you started calling me Sandy? Especially in light of your little confession earlier.

I’m sorry Miss Richmond, I can be out by morning if you want? Heather looked shamefaced and embarrassed at her unexpected outburst earlier that evening.

And why would I want you to go? Sandy said quietly as she stroked Heather’s hair, the young nanny wondering what was happening.

The way you just put it, I thought I’d offended you.

Not a bit. Sandy pulled back Heather’s hair and whispered in her ear. mainly because I’ve been thinking just what you said to me earlier for weeks too.

Slowly and carefully Sandy pulled Heather to her, smiling as the pretty Nanny shut her eyes.

Here. Sandy planted a long, lingering, passionate, but very gentle kiss on Heather’s lips.

Why did you never say anything? Heather looked up into her employer’s eyes.

Why didn’t you?

I didn’t feel it was my place Miss Richmond…

Sandy looked stern.

Sorry Sandy. I wasn’t sure even if you had feelings for other women?

Heather, Sandy said with a smile, little confession for you, I’ve always known I was a lesbian.

But you were married… to a man… you had children.

Sandy laughed lightly. Can you imagine me telling my Mother that I wasn’t straight?

Well No… Missus Richmond is rather traditional in her ways.

So I kept it hidden, I did date other girls when I was at Smith, but very discretely, no one from school, only townies. My friends never knew or even guessed.

But… Did you know I was a lesbian when you hired me?

No but I worked it out within a couple of days.

Has your Mother?

No… Thank Goodness, Sandy lowered her head and gave Heather another long lingering kiss, their mouths opening, as their tongues fenced.

Oh Sandy! Heather moaned a gasp of pleasure.

So what have you learned about stealing cars and alarms? Sandy asked as she sat gently on Heather’s lap, brushing her new girlfriend’s hair back and nibbling on her ear lobe.

Miss Richmond… sorry Sandy… it’s going to take me ages to learn that. You keep doing that I’ll never be able to tell you, I can’t concentrate on two things at once.

Okay, I’ll behave. Sandy giggled in a way that gladdened Heather’s heart, her employer had been sad for too long.

Well it’s basically easy.

Easy for you darling, you’re the one with the 170 IQ. Sandy smiled again.

Well it would be easiest if at first I can find someone silly enough to leave their keys in the car.

That I get, but there are some very silly and stupid people in this world.

But, Heather took a deep breath, With time and practice I think I could make a pretty good car thief.

Okay what about house alarms?

Well I can follow circuit plans, if I have a plan of the alarm it will be easy, again though with time and study I think I could get pretty good.

As good as you are at this? Sandy pulled Heather close and they again gave each other a long, deeply passionate kiss.

I think we maybe need to finish this conversation in my bed. Heather ran her nails down her employers back.

No - in mine darling.  Sandy took Heather’s hand and pulled her to her feet, leading her out as she turned the kitchen light off.

11 am

Elite Rifle Club, Long Island

Diana removed the earphones and brought the target to herself, nodding in satisfaction at the grouping of the holes.

You certainly have not lost your touch, Countess de Ros, Burt Kaufmann said as he looked at the target.

Thank you, Diana said as she looked at the rifle, and then handed it to the assistant to clean.  Burt, may I ask you a hypothetical question?

Of course, come into my office, the instructor said as they went into the small temporary hut.  Now, what is it?

This may seem a strange question, but it will help for some research a friend of mine, an author, has asked me about.  He is setting his next story in New York, but is far too European to come and find out for himself.

Burt smiled and said Go on.

His character wishes to obtain, shall we say, some armaments through private channels.  He suspects the mob would be one way, but he has asked if there are any others.

Burt sat back and thought for a moment.  Speaking hypothetically of course?

Of course?

There are slightly more – illicit channels, a few dealers who this character could work with.  Depending on what was wanted, that would dictate the person.  What would they be needing?

The character would want to carry out a home invasion – and be, as you say, tooled up.

Burt took a pad and pencil and wrote a number down.

Tell your friend to call this guy – he’s local, but one of the good guys, and might be able to answer his questions.

I shall, Diana said with a smile, What does my friend call him.

Thomas Morgan – most people call him Tommy the Fish.

6 pm

The Huntingdown apartment

Juliette came down the stairs, having changed into a sweater and slacks, only to stop as she saw Carina looking at her laptop.

Carina, darling, what are you looking at?

Carina turned and looked at her mother, her eyes ablaze with excitement as she said My goodness, Mom – I didn’t know you had it in you!

Had what in me?

Such a devious turn of mind – this plan is amazing, and you – no, we are going to look spectacular!

We?  Cari, it’s a mental exercise, a fantasy..

So when Aunt Di phones ten minutes ago, and says to tell you it’s on, and she’ll pick you, Sandy and Heather up at ten on Saturday?

Juliette looked at her daughter, and said Cari, darling…

Come on Mom – you want to do this – and this means Aunt Di and the others…  Actually, when did she start calling Heather by her first name?

Juliette shook her head and said No – I won’t put you in danger.

Mom - give me a good reason why if you are going to do a robbery I can’t come along?

Well for starters you are only 14 years old, you have your whole life ahead of you. Juliette stared at her daughter.

If you get caught they’ll put me into foster care, my life is over anyway, if I got caught it’ll be Juvy, that’s only just marginally worse than foster care.

Okay, Juliette said quietly, let’s say I was stupid enough your lack of height would be an instant giveaway.

So you teach me how to wear six-inch heels, that’ll disguise my height.

Juliette looked at her daughter noting the wild look in her eyes.

You know less about guns then I do.

Give me 12 hours and a computer I’ll make myself an expert.

A theoretical expert.

Well Aunt Diana can show me the practical.

Why would you want to darling? Juliette asked slowly.

Probably because of the same reason this interests you Mother, I like the idea of the danger and the excitement.

Darling….

Mom you know there is no way you are doing this without me.

Juliette saw the determination in her daughter’s eyes.

What will your Aunt and Sandy say, oh and yes Heather.?

That I’m a nosey bitch who you should have kept out of your laptop. Carina grinned.

Juliette shook her head.  all right – you come on Saturday as well.  I need my head examined.

You and me both, Mom, Carina said with a smile…

May 28th

Somewhere in Connecticut

Heather sat with her head literally in her hands as Sandy smiled at the uniformed officer.

I’m really sorry, sir, Sandy said as she looked at him through her large dark glasses, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to the speedometer.

Yeah, well, the officer said as he tore the slip from his pad and handed it to Sandy, Keep an eye on it in future, all right?  He walked back to his motorbike and rode off, as Sandy opened the glove compartment and put it in.

Where on earth did you learn to drive like that, Sandy?

Great way of venting aggression, she said with a smile as she gunned the Mazerati and drove off, watching the sat nav as she did so  She was wearing a high necked white jumper and jeans, a red scarf round her neck, while Heather was wearing a quilted jerkin over a blue denim blouse and old jeans.

What is this place we’re going to anyway, Heather said as Sandy left the interstate.

Diana has a few properties around the place – she said this was an old farm that she bought before her husband was recalled to Paris.

What happened to him?

He died, Sandy said as she screeched to a halt in front of a white farmhouse.

Mon dieu, Diana said as she came out, wearing a green shooting jacket over a pair of plus fours and a green jumper, did you get another ticket, darling?

I’ll deal with it – where are they?

Come with me, Diana said as she walked off, Heather glad she was wearing high topped sneakers as they walked past the farmhouse, and across some open land into a copse.  That then opened out onto a clearing, where Juliette and Carina were waiting.   Cari was wearing a grey school sweatshirt and joggers, while Juliette managed to make an old jumper and slacks with hiking boots look stylish.

So you’re a couple now, Carina said as she saw Sandy and Heather, cool.

And you’re likely to get us into trouble, Sandy said as she looked at the young girl.

All right – I take the blame for that one, Juliette said as she looked at a large bag Diana had brought down earlier.  Right now, Diana – you have the floor.

Diana stood in the centre and looked at the four women.

Right then, she finally said.  With the sort of situation we’ll probably be using guns in. Diana paused and looked deep in the eyes of the other four, accuracy is not the foremost of the skills you need to learn. It’s far more about looking as though you are capable of using the weapon you’ll be carrying, rather than actually being able to use it well.

Diana pulled a sawn-off double-barrelled shotgun from her holdall and held in her gloved hands, one hand on the shortened barrel.

I think this should be our basic tool. Diana held it comfortably in her hands. It’s a very frightening and brutally effective weapon… Here let me show you what it can do.

She pointed with the weapon to a large straw filled bag about 5 feet high.

Okay imagine that is a man, darlings. She indicated with her hand for the girls to pull their earmuffs on.  As they did so, she pulled back the safety and held the gun in both hands, her feet planted slightly apart.

Booommmm!!

As Diana fired the weapon, the shot spread and tore the straw bag to pieces, shredding it, leaving virtually nothing intact.  Carina gasped as she watched, and felt some excitement within herself.

Diana indicated for the girls to remove their ear covering.

My goddess, Heather said I heard that even through these.

I suggest the possibility of earplugs until you get used to the noise, Diana said as she walked over and poked the remains.  Now imagine the damage that can do to a human being?  What was left would not be a pretty sight.

I wouldn’t think so. Heather gulped as Carina watched, fascinated.

Luckily for us most people know what these things can do. Diana held the weapon up. That’s why we will be carrying them, it should scare the hell out of them.  Even discharging one up in the air can silence the vast majority and give them pause for thought.

Juliette and Carina walked over to inspect what was left of the target.

Well I certainly wouldn’t argue with anyone threatening me with that. Juliette said as she shook her head.

As I say, the trick is to know how to hold them, and how to stand if it is necessary to discharge them – skills I can teach you.  As a backup, some of us will be carrying hand guns as well. Diana was enjoying her time as an instructor. I’m thinking me and Juliette.

Again Diana dipped into her holdall, this time pulling out a Smith and Wesson revolver. Again, close up it’s very hard to miss with one of these, held to someone’s head they know you cannot fail to but a bullet in their brain… Watch.

Again she indicated for the girls to cover their ears.

Boomm, Boomm, Boomm. She put three rounds into an old bucket 30 yards away.

Now you Juliette. She gestured for her friend to try.  Juliette took the weapon in her hand, and felt the grip on her palm, before she aimed at the bucket.

Boomm, Boomm, Boomm. Juliet’s shots rang out, one hitting the target, the other two missing.

Not too bad Ju. Diana smiled as she indicated for each girl to uncover her ears. From closer you’d have at least hit something.

I think I need to practice. Juliette smiled.

Well maybe later, but for now I want you all to get used to the feel, and the kick, of the shotguns.  Who wants to go first?

I will, Carina said, taking the shotgun from Diana after she had loaded another round into the chamber.  Now, feel the weight in your hand – one around the barrel, the second with the stock resting in your hand, your finger over the trigger.

As Carina held the rifle in her hand, she smiled, a slow, dangerous smile as Diana and the others put on their ear protectors.

When you are ready, Diana said, remember how I stood, try to emulate that stance, and slowly squeeze the trigger.

Carina nodded, aiming at another bag of straw, and then pressed back on the trigger.

BOOOMMMM!

The bag disintegrated as Carina fell backwards from the recoil, the others watching as they tried not to laugh.

That – is some kick, Cari said as she removed her earmuffs.  How did you…

Do not worry – I fell backwards several times at first, Diana said.  You need to plant your feet firmly, and hold the stock close to you, let your body absorb most of the recoil.

And if we’re wearing heels?

Paradoxically, much harder to fall back – the force concentrated in the heel may provide a firmer basis.  However, you raise a point.  Now, who shall be next?

29th May

9.30 am

The Huntingdown Apartment

Sorry we’re late, Sandy said as she and Heather came in, For some reason, we both were very tired last night.

I simply cannot imagine why, Diana said without looking up from the paper, as she sat at the coffee bar.

Stop jesting Diana – we went straight to sleep last night as well, Juliette said as she came in with Carina.   Come through to the front room – there’s someone I want you to meet.

The five of them went through, to see a selection of boxes in front of the seats and table.  Standing by the window was a Chinese woman, about five foot six with short blonde hair, dressed in a tailored suit with a silk blouse.  She turned and smiled as they came in.

Okay girls listen up, Juliette said, this is Catherine Lo, she works for me in Hong Kong.

Oh your little fabric business darling?  Diana smiled, knowing how much Juliette actually made from the business, which supplied many of the clothes producers in the area.

Yes what up until now has been my little sideline.  Juliette looked at the others, then bowed to Catherine.  Welcome to my humble abode, Cathy.

The Chinese woman bowed her head slightly and smiled. It’s a pleasure to meet you all at last ladies, Juliette has told me all about you. She spoke with an impeccable upper class English accent.  Please, be seated.

Okay, Cathy has brought over three outfits for each of us, the measurements may not be totally precise, but they are as near as I could get them.

My seamstresses can do better. Cathy observed, but this was a little bit of a rush order.  Should we repeat the task, we will ensure the highest quality.

Better than this? Heather looked amazed as she opened one of the boxes in front of her chair and held up the jacket for a tweed suit.

Try it on. Catherine asked.

Heather nodded as she slipped the jacket over her blouse. Oh Wow! she said as she felt the quality and luxury of the workmanship.

See - the fit in the shoulders can be better, the sleeves are a fraction too long… I must apologise Heather.  We shall do better next time.

Apologise for what? Heather shook her head, this is THE most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn.

Sandy smiled at her lover, realizing this was probably the first non chain store, off the peg, piece of clothing Heather had ever owned.

Try the Lagerfeld copy on please Carina. Cathy indicated the appropriate box.

Carina! her mother looked shocked as her daughter quickly slipped off her jeans and sweatshirt and stood there in her bra and panties.

Oh my Goddess. Carina mouthed as she saw the black leather pants with a matching black silk jacket.

You’ll maybe need a hand getting into those darling. Diana said as she watched Carina try and slide into the pants.  Allow me.

Oh thanks Aunt Diana. Carina smiled as her Aunt helped ease her into the outfit.  Standing up, she slipped the jacket on and looked at herself.

Whoa! Carina looked round admiring the tight fit over her ass. This is SEXY Mom.

Now you model the other outfit. Sandy looked at Juliette, After all you WERE the professional model.

Okay. Juliette said with a smile. I guess if my daughter can do it, then I can as well. She smiled as she too stripped down to her bra and panties.

Is that the Chanel you told me about from the Spring show? Diana asked as Juliette held up a black micro mini dress.

Well, my interpretation of Chanel. Cathy answered.  The idea is to be close, but not too close.

Try it on Mom. Carina urged.

All right then, Juliette said as she slipped the dress up and put the straps over her shoulders, Diana helping with the back.

I DEFINITELY don’t have the legs to wear that. Heather looked on as the garment clung to Juliette’s body.

You will with heels Heather.

I don’t wear heels.

Well from now on you do darling. Sandy smiled. High heel bootcamp? she asked Juliette with a knowing look in her eyes.

In a bit. Juliette looked back as she slipped the white jacket on with the black trim over the dress. Well what do you think ladies? Juliette went through a series of catwalk poses.

Magnifique. Diana breathed in admiration.

Now tell me again why you retired Ju? Sandy laughed.

Mom you look incredible. Carina walked over next to her Mom.

We both do darling. Juliette hugged her precocious child.

Does that mean Aunt Mary may let me do a catwalk one day?

Unlikely, my dear, Juliette said.  Catherine, I cannot thank you enough.  We’ll meet up for dinner tonight – Inn in the Park at seven?

I look forward to it- perhaps we can finalise the new contracts then?

I look forward to it Cathy, she said as the Chinese woman bowed to the others, and Juliette showed them out, Diana trying on her tweed suit while Sandy dove for the leather trousers.

I will look so good in them, Sandy said as she stroked her hand down the soft material.

Perhaps later, Juliette said as she came back in, Boot camp is now in session.  Carina, come with me – I have something for each of you to wear.

11.30 am

Heather you aren’t trying darling? Diana looked despairingly at the Nanny’s attempts to walk in the four-inch heels.

Like this, lover. Sandy again stood up and walked the length of Juliette’s drawing room, the fabric of her skirt rippling with each step as she gently swung her hips.

That’s easy for you do. Heather looked despairingly down at her feet. I can barely stand on these stilts let alone walk.

Well, try walking in these. Carina had on an old pair of her mother’s boots with a six-inch heel that on her looked like they were thigh length..

At least you are used to wearing lower heels darling. Juliette observed. Heather is a complete novice.

I can’t believe your mother never taught you how to walk in high heels Heather. Diana observed. In France…

Well upstate New York isn’t France. Heather interrupted as she once again tried to stand.

Is this better? Carina walked down the room slowly, carefully making each step.

Much. Her Mother applauded.

Okay I think I can stand up… let me try… FUCK! Heather cried out in anguish as she slipped to the floor again.

Weight on the balls of your feet. Sandy reminded her as she helped her up.

Okay. Heather nodded. Here we go again.

This time Heather actually managed a few steps before slipping.

Remember point your toes in slightly darling. Sandy urged.

Heather nodded then started again.

Hey at least I’m still on my feet. She noted after a few steps.

Carina steadied herself before doing a slightly more confident walk.

See it’s just practice and confidence. Juliette remarked.

Heather gave her a pained expression. You mean I have to wear these damn things again.

Until you master them, lover. Sandy laughed as Heather poked her tongue out.

She’s right, Diana said, we need to be imposing, not just in the arms we carry but in the way we carry ourselves.  Heels will give a more imposing figure.

This is going to kill me. Heather at least managed to walk the length of the room and still keep standing.

See you are improving Cherie. Diana encouraged as the other women clapped.

Well, it still hurts like hell!

We can do something about that, Juliette said, Keep practising – I’ll arrange some lunch.

1.30 pm

Sorry, Heather said as she slipped her feet out and stretched her toes, but I have to take a rest.

Don’t worry – you’re really beginning to get the hang of it lover, Sandy said as she gave Heather a little kiss.

Ewwww – minors present, Carina said with a smile.

Well, Diana said, I wanted to say I had an idea this morning.  Before Abby went off with the Rochemann girls for the day, we were looking at some old jewellery that belonged to my mother, and I found these.

She took a velvet sack from her bag, and opened it, placing five jewelled brooches on the coffee table.

Wow, Heather said as she looked at them, are they real diamonds?

They are, Diana said as she nodded, My mother loved to collect these pieces of costume jewellery, and I inherited them when she passed away last year.  I wondered if we could wear them – it may provide further distraction from looking at our faces, give them a different point of focus.

Inspired, darling, Juliette said as she picked one up.  I think it would be a great idea.

Can I ask a question now?

OF course you can darling, Juliette said as she looked at Carina.

We can’t call ourselves Diana or Sandy or Mom if we do this – we need some sort of codename.

Yes, I have been considering this, Juliette said as she picked up an envelope.  Diana’s costume jewellery makes an idea I have been having more of a reality.  Carina, if you could wear any of these pieces, which one would it be?

This one, Carina said as she picked a cat face brooch with two rubies for eyes.

All right, Juliette said, "Now pick a piece