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colouring. She wore make-up, giving her skin a soft and slightly glittery appearance. Her eyes were dark brown with long lashes and Leah had noticed that her earlier smile had exposed a set of very white and very straight teeth, the upper canines slightly elongated, giving her a sexy but sinisterly wolfish grin. Her nose was probably the feature that most defined her face. It was almost L-shaped, with a thin, barely protruding bridge that ran into a long and straight nib. When she had smiled the tip had turned up slightly, adding to the appearance of a snarling carnivore.
    She wore a very tight, bright red top that clung to her smallish breasts and allowed the points of her nipples to show through. Her beige leggings were equally tight on her trim legs and particularly over her little mound, even hinting at the split there. Leah was keenly aware that the sight of females in tight trousers and riding boots was beginning to drive her to distraction. The two spectators were then joined by a third female, who drifted in behind them for a look at the prisoner.
    Leah was struck instantly by the newest girl’s looks. She had shiny raven hair, as black as her clothes, and her flawless skin was a pale contrast and lacked make-up. She had thick dark eyebrows set in a frown and these seemed to be mirrored by a faint shadow beneath her eyes, adding to her intense look. She shared the same nose as the blonde, although possibly slightly shorter at the end, and the mouth was equally wide and thin-lipped, although it stayed shut and offered no view of the teeth behind. Leah looked back and forth between the two girls and slowly realised that they were in fact identical, despite initial appearances to the contrary.
    Mrs Davies did the necessary introductions.
    ‘This is April and May, my best friend’s daughters. They practically grew up on the farm and essentially live here now that their mum’s emigrated to Australia, mainly to get away from them. They might call me “Auntie” but believe me, if they were mine or had even a single drop of my blood, I would have spanked them to death long since for the way they misbehave - especially this one here.’
    She indicated April, the bold, blonde one, who looked very pleased to be described in such disparaging terms.
    ‘My sister and I might look the same,’ said the blonde, ‘but I assure you we are very different.’
    There was almost a hint of scorn in the words and the dark-haired May flashed a warning look at her twin but did not respond, letting her sister continue.
    ‘I was born at ten to midnight on April 30 th and then she came along half an hour later on May 1 st , so you see we share different birthdays. You could say I’m a whole day older, or even a whole month, and that’s why we differ so much.’
    Leah couldn’t fail to notice the sense of triumph in these words. There seemed to be some truth in them too, at least outwardly. April was quite obviously the more dominant of the pair and even looked bigger, although as Leah studied them she saw that May was actually no different in either size or stature. She imagined that most men would venture that April was the sexier of the two, at least in their current guises, but there was something about May and her unstated intensity that Leah found more attractive. She lacked the haughty look of her elder twin and replaced it with a brooding seriousness. She seemed more fragile, sensitive and genuine - all this without having uttered a single word in Leah’s direction.
    May stayed silent as Gwendolen and April discussed the girls’ responsibilities in regard to the captive, her eyes occasionally flitting to Leah’s, who was also trying desperately to stop staring at the younger twin. There was a moment when there was just a flicker of a smile aimed at Leah, but before it could register it disappeared, May’s attention suddenly drawn to her surrogate aunt’s raised voice. April had begun to get boisterously argumentative about