Elsie returned seconds later from the kitchen with yet further
refreshments and breezed past Eric towards her four sisters interrupting
his view of Jane. His gaze over Jane's gently undulating breasts was
immediately replaced by an over generous bottom hiding beneath a floral
skirt. stylish,Eric likened the view to a partial eclipse. His mother had not been
diet conscious and was considered by many to be a jolly plump lady with
the generous proportions being attributed particularly to her lower half.
    She leaned over to offer the ‘witches' a selection of cream cakes.
    "Erclairs, doughnuts, custard slices and cream horns,, she announced,
thrusting a neatly arranged silver tray towards them with the contents
arranged so artistically that removal of any one item would destroy the
perfect symmetry of the confectionery delights.
    Each of the sisters in turn removed a single custard slice, Eric's favourite.
He twisted left and right trying to assess from his limited view of the tray
if he was going to be lucky enough to have the same, after all it was his
birthday.
    J ane was next to be presented with the tray.
    "Custard slice dear?" Elsie inquired.
    Jane just looked and whispered something about being on a diet.
    "Oh come on Jane, the custard slices are so light you wo的know
you've had one" Elsie suggested.
    Eric, quickly spotting there was only one left, immediately leapt to
J ane's defence.
    "Don't force her mum if she is looking after her figure".
    Eric's mind raced on, 'so lightyou won't know you've had one' he thought.
'Ifyou do, 1 certai均won 't, diet 0γ no bloody diet'
    "Oh go on J ane, they were fresh this morning" Elsie suggested, as if
that made any difference.
    "Ok then" Jane whispered; "May I have one of those cream horns
Auntie?"
    Elsie rotated the tray slighdy to save J ane having to reach across the
doughnuts. With long slender fingers she delicately removed a cream horn
and placed it carefully on the paper napkin covering her tea plate, which
rested neatly on her narrow thighs.
    Eric sighed, a great sigh, he would get his custard slice after all, or he
would have done had it not been for Daisy. A bit of a stupid name for a
dog Eric had thought, but then Daisy wasn't really a dog in his eyes, more
like a scruffy scrubbing brush on legs.