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The flash of lightning startled her,

making her breasts heave,

and in that instant of white light she thought of how

M________, her young lover from the estate's cheeseworks,

had so marvelled at the creamy globes so delicately laced with blue veins

that he had called one Blue and the other Stilton,

and she reflected that she would never hear those sweet words

again--at least not in that context--for come tomorrow she would be

Lady Vile-Conundrum.