Weekend GuestsAt a sound at the door she scoops herself back into her dress.
Softly lit nursery. Under a mobile of moons and stars a baby mewling in his cot. She opens her red plka dot dress and releases a breast from her nursing bra. Feint blue veins and a coral-pink areola and nipple, heavy with milk.
I'm in a rush, Stuart - sorry. I'll respond to all these tomorrow. But my first question is: what is the narrator point of view? It seems that someone is watching her - with what sort of interest?