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.