Sunday morning after breakfast Robin had sat down to work on the story she had been working on for a couple of months now. It was set in New York sometime in the mid 1950s and was about a girl, Joyce, just discovering her sexuality and more importantly her attraction to other girls. On her sixteenth birthday she receives a spectacular gift from her favourite aunt, a woman well into her fifties. It is a life size Victorian doll with long black hair and a lavish pink satin dress. It must have been extremely expensive but as her aunt explains it was a doll she herself had once been given as a present which later in life she had donated to a museum and only recently had regained after a fire had destroyed the museum. The doll was saved but since the owners had nowhere to place it they had given it back to the donor. The aunt had restored it and now wanted to pass it on to her favourite niece.<br/><br/>That same night as she lies in bed with images of kissing girls and what not rushing through her head she turns to the doll and wrap her arms around it, cuddling against it. Then out of nowhere she kisses the doll, first on the cheek, forehead, nose and lastly right on the mother-of-peal pink lips. To her shock the doll kisses her back, a very sensual kiss but then it stops and she thinks she must've imagined it. All next day she can't stop thinking about the doll, still feeling the kiss on her lips.<br/>and when night falls she kisses it again and it kisses her back again, as if released from a spell. She's burning up with a physical sensation she has never felt before.<br/>her hand slips down to her crotch, digging its way up under her nightie and into her underwear. She keeps kissing the doll and it still kisses her back as Joyce explores the pleasures of her sex. It doesn't take her long before she is knocked out by her first orgasm ever. As soon as she's had her orgasm the doll reverts back to being just a doll again and Joyce once again wonder if she hasn't just imagined the kisses and the gentle touches on her breasts from the doll's hand.<br/><br/>This repeats every night for a week before the doll finally speaks and explain to Joyce that she is not a dream, nor is she a figment of Joyce's imagination but very very real. Her name is Emily and was trapped inside the doll by a curse. Joyce accepts this as truth and over the next few night the doll teaches her about sapphic love. The next few chapters the story focus on Joyce's growing obsession with Emily who is reverted back from flesh to porcelain every morning but every night after they have made love Emily tells her story, about how she was cursed for committing the deadly sin of love. She had fallen in love with the daughter of a British lord and when they were caught her lover had accused her of seducing and corrupting her to commit unnatural acts of debauchery. The lord seek out a warlock who turn Emily into a doll and only finding true love can revert them back to flesh, but only during the dark hours of the day.<br/><br/>That's the point where Robin after having written for a good three hours left off and decided to go for a run. They took the same, slightly longer, route they had taken the day before and just as they came to within view of Xavier's and Abigail's house their phone indicated the arrival of a text message.<br/><i>She wants a first date. Not sure this is going well.<br/>
First dates are good aren't they?</i>, they texted back and a few seconds later the added in another message that first dates were all about falling in love and the fact that Abigail wanted a second first date with him meant she wanted to fall in love with him again. It was a chance for him to get to know his wife again, as if they had just met.<br/>They then reminded him, in a third message, to give his wife the book and simply let things run their natural course<br/><i>Be attentive, listen to her, ask her to explain if you there is anything you don't understand and make sure she knows that the date is all about her,</i>their fourth message to Xavier read.<br/>They then stood there for a while looking across the fields with just a hint of jealousy that Abigail was with Xavier instead of with them before heading back towards the school where they showered and spent the next hour masturbating.