The start of polo season is the start of the new fashion season for many around London. However, there aren't many chances taken. Decorum and stateliness are essential. It's about good breeding and not about being risqué, unless of course what you're wearing underneath is more sexual in nature. But that is not for the casual eye.

As of late, some celebrities have found their way onto the most exclusive invitation lists. But these are the most exclusive English celebrities. But beware; in case you are some ex-Spice girl looking for an invitation, it's not going to happen. Only the finest celebrities are invited to mingle with the Royal Family and their social class. Of course there are women like Elizabeth Taylor and Joan Collins in attendance; ladies who know how to carry themselves like royalty. One of the younger couples, at least for this set, that has become welcomed guests at most such soirees are Hugh Grant and Elizabeth Hurley. They are invited more for her queenly stature than his reputation so badly tarnished by the street walking Divine Brown.

"Liz" as she is known to her friends, of whom she has few, may as well be royalty. Her tall, sleek body is made for the most affected strut with her long willowy legs slipping suggestively in and out of the high slit of her evening gown sending imaginations to the most heavenly planes. Her gowns are always the most beautiful, snugged so tightly around her delicate waist one could make out the indentation of her tiny navel on her flat stomach, so supreme in its own right. On nights like these, those who lay eyes on Liz cannot help but think of love and sex. For here is a siren with an angel's face and a body as sleek as a tigress, with her gentle gait and sultry sway of the hips. She is the epitome of loveliness and quiet strength and elegance.

Byron could not have been thinking of anyone more lovely when he wrote the immortal lines:

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies."

At the most impressive polo party of the season, held on the Worthington Polo Club, Liz was the center of attention in a stuffy world typically enamored of itself. After the Divine Brown incident, Liz enjoyed flirting with men (and some women) in front of Hugh just to make him jealous. There was nothing he could do about it. As British celebrity watchers knew, it was she, not Hugh, who wore the pants in their relationship (though she had a body made for gowns.)

While other women of Liz's stature would have ridded themselves of Hugh after his arrest, she kept him around simply because she loved controlling him. He wasn't on a leash, but he may as well have been. Another outcome of Hugh's unfortunate night of fame with the divine Ms. Brown was that Liz became all the more possessive. Lest any woman think of even looking his way, Liz would steer the trespasser off with a withering stare certain to intimidate. If that didn't suffice, though it usually did, Liz wouldn't hesitate to excuse herself from a gathering and invite the other women to join her. If so, Liz inevitably returned alone.

Her viciousness in catfights was something the upper class didn't talk about at places like the Worthington Polo Club. It was one of many unspoken things; things clearly understood, but never discussed. But then again, there weren't many women of Liz's age at these gatherings. The ones who attended were far too involved in their own high status and wouldn't consider flirting at such a gala; and certainly not with an "actor" if they even remembered how. They were, after all, "upper class."

The last woman who tried to flirt with Hugh in front of Liz had been the 22-year-old busty Brit phenom Linsey Dawn McKenzie. When Liz went to put a stop to it she was stunned by the young goddess's aggressiveness. Within minutes Liz found herself cowering on the floor under a veil of tears as Linsey humiliated her and then smothered her into a deep and restless sleep with her natural 37FF breasts.

When Liz awakened, Linsey was astride her while Hugh fucked her. When Hugh came, his semen flowed with Linsey's juices. They overflowed Linsey's legendarily capacious vagina and spilled out soaking Liz's breathtakingly beautiful face.

After that, Liz swore to take revenge which she had at the Cannes Film Festival a few months earlier. She'd been at a party where secret cameras had been set up to capture Linsey's hunt and planned destruction of Rose McGowan. (link here)

Liz and Hugh had spent the rest of that night with the bound and gagged Linsey and had raunchy sex with each other, then forced themselves on her. It was the most humiliating moment in Linsey's life. Her plans for the evening had backfired completely. And, thanks to the film footage, all the world got to see what had happened to her.

For months Linsey thought about revenging both of her humiliatiors from that night: Rose and Liz. But before she could get her revenge, Linsey had to heal her physical injuries. The mental injuries never healed and most likely never would. Like all gods and goddesses, Linsey had one weakness. Linsey's was her temper. She couldn't control it. She'd lived in misery since that night and thought of nothing but revenge...sweet, vicious revenge.

Linsey Dawn McKenzie was a goddess in England. She captivated the country. There were two kinds of people in England; those who admitted lusting after the arrogant young model and those who kept their lust a secret. It is unheard of that a woman who makes a living as a nude model would be invited to the Worthington Polo Club for any event, never mind the most posh happening of the year, but Linsey was not just any nude model. She was a woman so desired and so well-bred that she enlivened the sensuality of an entire staid country. So it came to be that Linsey was at the same party as Liz and Hugh and she was salivating over the thought of revenge.

Linsey sought it out when Liz made her way to the powder room, a large stately ladies room with several stalls and an attendant whose job is to serve every beckoning call. After Liz locked herself into a stall, Linsey tipped the attendant a couple of hundred pounds to leave them alone and to give her the key. If any ladies went near the door the attendant was to inform them that the room was temporarily out of order.

When Liz came out of her stall, she went to the mirror and one of the sinks. While washing her hands, she admired the way her breasts were forced upward by a Wonderbra, making them appear even more ripe and plump than usual. She knew she was a beautiful woman but tonight she felt even more beautiful than usually. Of course it all had to do with the frumpy, conservative look of the other women in attendance. Liz loved knowing that the eyes of every man, of any age, were on her and no one else. The fact that most of the eyes belonged to the wealthiest and powerful men of the England's upper class just excited all the more.

Liz looked for the attendant so she could wipe her hands, but it seemed she'd left. Liz picked up a cloth towel from the stand and dried her hands, then reached in her bag to touch up her make up. After seeing her reflected visage in the mirror, Liz realized she didn't need it and slowly ran some lip gloss over her lips to freshen the sheen.

"You are a queen tonight," Liz said to herself.

She walked to the door and grabbed the handle but it wouldn't turn.

"Curious," she thought.

She put more force into it. Nothing. She looked for the lock to unfasten it, but there was only a key hole. The first thing that entered Liz's head was that the attendant had left and mistakenly locked her in.

She pressed her face to the door and yelled, "Help! Is anyone out there? I'm locked in the ladies."

She slapped her hands against the door and yelled some more.

"I need the key! If anyone out there can hear me please go get the key!"

"I have the key," said a familiar voice.

Standing at the far end of the long powder room was Linsey Dawn McKenzie with a key in one hand and a long, black leather whip in the other.

"You! You? What the fuck are you doing here?" Liz gasped.

Linsey's only response was to smile and arch an eyebrow, then lash out with the whip. It cracked on the floor just in front of Liz.

"I believe last time we were together, you held a whip in your hand, Liz," Linsey said with an eerie calm.

Liz didn't know what to do. Her emotions ranged from rage to panic to fear. She turned her back on Linsey and beat on the door with both fists.

"Help! Someone get the key! Help!"

Linsey slowly strutted toward the older woman. With each step she swung the whip and let it coil on the floor loosely.

While Liz continued to pound on the doors in a fit of panic, she couldn't help but think this wasn't at all the same Linsey she'd so easily taken advantage of at Cannes. Liz knew she could hold her own against any woman, and destroy most of them, however, most women weren't as aggressive as Linsey and they didn't have a whip when she faced them. Liz contemplated her next move even as she continued to beat her fists against the door and scream for help.

Suddenly, Liz felt the sting of the whip against her back! Her cries for help turned into a long, wailing scream when the whip sliced through the side of her dress and into her flesh beneath.

Another slash of the whip and Liz felt as if her back had been sliced wide open by a scalpel. She screamed as her flesh tore.

Linsey simply laughed while she watched the older model cover up her face and try to turn away from the whip. Another lash of the whip and Liz felt it stinging her flesh as it ripped through the side of her dress again.

In a panic Liz tried to run away from Linsey towards a far corner of the powder room but Linsey let the whip lash out again and this time it caught Liz across the back of her legs.

"You fucking cunt! Stop it! Leave me alone!" Liz screamed.

"I'm not going to leave you alone Liz, at least not until I'm done doing to you exactly what you did to me."

Another lash of the whip brought out another tear in Liz's dress and more reddened flesh followed by another scream. Liz cowered in the corner. Her mind was racing but there was nowhere to go. Her only hope was to rush Linsey and get so close she couldn't use the whip on her.

Linsey lashed out again and Liz turned her back to it and felt the sting on her ass. Another scream. More laughter from Linsey; a laughter almost evil and sultry at the same time, like a goddess toying with a human.

Liz's black gown was slashed where the whip had bit into the fabric. Other than that she was wearing a silver bra and panties and black high heels. The gown was slit up the side so that her heavenly legs could spill out of the dress and enchant any man.

Linsey also wore a black gown and she too had heels, higher than Liz's. This was the only way she could come close to matching Liz's height. Beneath her dress Linsey wore her traditional black thigh-high stockings, garters, thong and bra. She also wore earrings and a diamond necklace. The only other accessory she carried into the bathroom was her handbag, bulging at the seams with the whip, wrist irons and a strap-on dildo. The handbag lay on the counter behind her.

When Linsey struck with the whip again, Liz cowered, but she could still see Linsey's back muscles flex through the open back of her strapless gown. With each crack of the whip Linsey's muscles rippled and her full ass---the same ass both she and Rose had defiled months ago - jiggled in the dress that clung to her fleshy cheeks. With each crack of the whip, Liz could see Linsey's dark brown mane flying from her head, framing her beautiful face; and with of each of Liz's screams, Linsey's eyes burned more joyously.

Each crack of the whip was immediately followed by a loud fearful scream from Liz's lips and then throaty laughter from Linsey. The powder room attendant heard it all and was both appalled and excited at the same time as she stood and kept guard outside the door. She had no use for the snobby women who showed up at these functions, and even less use for Liz who hadn't even deigned to return her greeting when she first walked into the powder room.

The attendant's was a boring job, but on this night, two of England's most beautiful women were locked in her powder room with a whip and a grudge. This was far from boring. She half wished she were still inside so she could watch, even though violence typically turned her stomach.

Inside the door there came another crack of the whip, another scream and more laughter. The attendant felt strangely moist between her thighs. Again, she was fighting her emotions. She was both aroused and embarrassed by her arousal.

"Imagine getting wet at the Worthington Polo Club," she thought to herself.

When she realized no one was near she leaned forward against the back of a chair and let it rub against her crotch. With each lash of the whip; each scream; each sultry laugh; she felt herself getting wetter. She could imagine Liz cowering in a corner, like a little girl, while the buxom, younger goddess preyed on her. She, like most blue collar workers, liked Linsey because she came from the same roots. It didn't matter that Linsey never acted like it. From day one she was the cream of the crop. Linsey was a hero to the working class of England. She was one of theirs.

Inside the door, Liz was indeed cowering like a frightened child, but she was no wimp. She had fought many women and almost always gave better than she got. She was simply practicing self-preservation. After Linsey lashed out with the whip again Liz gathered herself and her stinging flesh together and rushed towards Linsey. In response, the whip was quickly raised again but by now Liz was too close. Their two beautiful bodies collided with a thud. Liz fought Linsey for the whip. Each had a hand on the thick, woven, leather handle. Their other hand was buried deep in the others hair, pulling with all their might. Linsey was stronger; but Liz was taller and nearly as vicious.

Outside the door, the attendant heard the smack of flesh as they crashed together. She could hear the fierce struggle and pictured two of England's most beautiful women fighting each other, looking to control of the whip. . . and each other.

Inside, the two became one; a fierce tangle of dresses and flesh, of tearing nails. Fingers pulling hair; breasts rubbing against the others; fleshy thighs sawing in and out between each others legs. It was a high-heeled duel for supremacy.

Linsey took a step backward but her high heel tangled in one of the chairs near the make-up counter and she toppled over with Liz on top of her. Linsey's full ass landed with a thud on the table as Liz pushed into Linsey. Liz forgot about the whip as she dug both hands in Linsey's tangled mane and used her sinewy arms to pull Linsey's head to her, then smash it back into the full-length mirror.

Linsey was surprised by Liz's strength. The first time the back of her head slammed against the mirror she was stunned. The second time was even more forceful and Linsey thought she was going to pass out. Liz had Linsey on her back on the counter, her thighs and legs spread apart and dangling, the back of her head up against the mirror. She was forced to stare down at her own massive cleavage. After a third smash of the back of Linsey's skull against the mirror she dropped the whip and slumped down on the counter. She would have fallen if Liz hadn't pushed her statuesque body back onto the counter.

"Now bitch! You'll discover I know how to use one of these too," Liz said, breathlessly. "But maybe you already knew that!"

CRACK!!!

The whipped cracked Linsey's thighs and the young goddess screamed as she sat upright in a flash. A second lash of the whip sliced the front of Linsey's gown and would have cut through the fabric of her bra had it not contained so much wire to hold up her breasts. Still, the pain was blinding! Linsey screamed in her deep, throaty voice.

Outside the door, the attendant was stunned. She could tell the fight had changed and realized it was Linsey who was now getting thrashed with the whip - her own whip. She thought of Liz Hurley's tall, slender body, all arms and legs, and pictured her whipping Linsey's full breasts and ass. She thought of the stuck-up Liz giving it to the younger Linsey and even though the thought upset her, she was surprised to discover it also excited her.

On the other side of the door, Linsey rolled off of the counter onto her hands and knees. Liz cracked the whip and it came down on Linsey's upper back. She screamed and now, it was Liz's turn to laugh.

"Now this is more like it, you fat cow! Goddess my ass!" Liz said. "And speaking of asses, I want that fat ass of yours - again!"

Linsey tried to crawl away but Liz took aim with the whip and ripped it across Linsey's full ass. The fabric of her gown split like tissue paper and her scream was even louder than Liz's cries had been earlier. Liz quickly lashed out at Linsey's large ass again and then again. The young goddess was looking nothing like a goddess at the moment. A third lash to her ass and Linsey's bum was now completely exposed. It jiggled loosely as she tried desperately to escape on her hands and knees.

Liz couldn't resist the temptation presented by Linsey's nearly bare ass.

She dropped whip and knelt down behind Linsey, pulling her back over her knees by the hair. Liz used her long nails, sinking them deep into Linsey's fleshy ass and dragging them down like a cat's claws on furniture. The result was another sickening scream as Linsey thrashed to get away. But she was going nowhere. Liz had Linsey's long hair wrapped around not just her hand but also her wrist. Again she used her cat-like claws on Linsey's ass cheeks, making Linsey suffer like a schoolgirl.

Liz's confidence, on the other hand, was growing. The great Linsey Dawn McKenzie was again a helpless wreck at her feet and she knew if she kept this up she could finish her off in minutes. She kept hold of Linsey's hair while she slid her probing nails to Linsey's ass but kept going. She used her long, knowing fingers to pull Linsey's thong aside.

Linsey gasped at the realization of what was coming!

"Ah-ha! That's what I was looking for!" Liz said as she grabbed Linsey's dangling, wet, labia. "I so loved torturing these last time. I'm thinking of making a handbag of them. Then I can have them with me forever to recall our times together. But don't worry Linsey, they're so big and hang down so far; kind of sloppy really, you wouldn't miss them no matter how much I take."

Liz could see Linsey's face in the bottom of the mirror and the look of abject fear on it when she grabbed Linsey's labia in her fingers and began to pull.

"NO! Please, don't . . ." Linsey gasped. "I beg... beg you!" Her speech was breathless and fearful, like those of a young girl.

"Ooooh. Now you've gone and turned me on. I love it when my playthings beg," Liz purred.

Thinking back, Liz couldn't figure out how Linsey ever controlled her in their first fight. She was toying with the younger woman; so much younger, and obviously less experienced at such things than she. Liz smiled as she tightened her grip on Linsey's labia and stretched them mercilessly. Linsey flailed her arms, frantically trying to break free, but Liz held her tight. The pain was more than Linsey could take; she could only see a blank sheet of white pain.

The contrast of the women's bodies was magnificent. There was the older Liz; on her knees with her slender body and smaller breasts, her taller, lithe body holding the classically beautiful Linsey who was only a few inches shorter but so much more well-endowed by the Gods in her hips and cleavage but with a slender waist.

Liz could feel the contrast and while at times she been jealous of women with Linsey's body, she now knew whose was truly better. Liz was winning, controlling the fuller, softer body. She laughed at the thought of the Linsey's large breasts flopping around in her strong bra. They were doing little good for her now!

Liz couldn't help but compare her best feature to Linsey's. Liz' ass was so high, tight and firm and Linsey's was the ass of a woman that, while it looked better than most, was soft now and would get much softer in a few years. Liz thought about how big Linsey's full ass would be when she was Linsey's age as she pushed the back of Linsey's thong up, wedging it between her ass cheeks as she held Linsey's labia in the other hand. Liz pulled Linsey's upper body back by the hair until her soft lips were nestled seductively next to Linsey's ear.

"Now," Liz purred. "Let's see if I can stretch these all the way down to your knees!"

When she pulled on her labia, Liz purred in Linsey's ear to toy with her while she listened to Linsey's pleas for mercy become glass-shattering screams of pain.

Linsey's body vibrated with pain but Liz continued to hold her close and whisper in her ear, "I own you, you common slut!"

Linsey bucked and her arms swung frantically, but Liz held tight and laughed confidently in Linsey's ear, then she bit down on her ear lobe while she tortured Linsey's labia with fingers far too elegant for such mundane work. While Liz was biting Linsey's ear lobe and holding her helpless by her hair and labia, Linsey convulsed with pain about to drive her out of her mind. She had turned into a senseless, shattered, rag doll.

Linsey's latest screams from within the powder room were almost enough to make the attendant open the door but she was too busy pleasing herself with her fingers driving in and out to worry about Linsey who bucked like a wild animal being branded. Then, in her mindless wild flailing, Linsey's head accidentally slammed back into Liz's face with a loud THUNK!

Liz was frozen in pain and pulled her hand from Linsey's wet thong and let go of her hair. Liz grabbed her nose, which she was sure was broken. It wasn't, but the pain was blinding and brought tears to her eyes. She fell back, rolling on the floor and swearing like a sailor!

Once released, Linsey fell forward into a fetal position and covered her crotch with both hands as she rocked on the floor and sobbed. Neither of the beautiful women were ready to resume their fight, but both tried to get up and had a hard time of it. Linsey was the first to recover. She'd been called a Rottweiler by women who feared her and her animal rage surfaced when she saw Liz crawling to the mirror to check if her nose were broken. Linsey thought quickly! She picked up her whip and stumbled after Liz in her tattered dress. She looped the leather whip around Liz's neck like a noose, then pulled both ends to choke her.

Outside, the attendant was about to cum for the second time when she heard the sounds of Liz choking. She couldn't make out who was being choked, but the thought of either powerful woman in such a position drove her over the edge and to her orgasm.

Linsey's superior strength was obvious as she tightened the whip around the Liz's long, graceful neck. Liz looked anything but graceful now; her fingers trying to pry under the whip without success. The muscles in Liz's neck strained against her skin and against the choking leather. Her face turned red, then crimson and finally blue. Her eyes fluttered and Linsey's well-muscled back tensed beneath the sweat glistening off it. Linsey could feel the sweat rolling down the hollow of her young back into the crack of her ass where it mingled with wetness from her arousal.

Linsey was in complete control when Liz stopped trying to pull away the whip as her weakened arms dropped to her sides. Linsey was now kneeling behind Liz, thrusting her wet crotch through the fabric of her thong and dress against Liz's tailbone. Liz was nearly out of it as Linsey's strong young body humped her from behind. Linsey could feel Liz's tailbone as it bumped against her full, fleshy pussy. She directed her covered clit toward the bony prominence as she continued to pull back on the whip as if riding a horse while her hips overwhelmed Liz's ass. Linsey roared when she came. She dropped the whip, grabbed Liz by the hips and drove herself harder into her. Liz collapsed on her belly; the struggle had pushed her breasts up out of her bra and they spilled out of her dress onto the cold tile floor.

Outside, the attendant couldn't resist the urge to cum a third time when she heard Linsey grunting as she built to her own climax and finally bellowed out in barbaric satisfaction. The attendant counted her blessings since no one had come near the secluded powder room for over twenty minutes.

Inside, Linsey ripped away Liz's dress which came apart easily after the slices she'd made with the whip. She lifted Liz over her shoulder and carried her slender victim into one of the stalls. She sat her in a heap on the toilet seat and watched Liz's firm body slump in exhaustion. Linsey took off what was left of her own dress and bra, unclasped her garters, slid out of her thong and faced Liz straddling her thighs on the toilet seat.

Linsey pushed her chest against Liz who was still nearly lifeless. Linsey's areola were as wide around as were Liz's entire breasts. Linsey's swollen nipples were enormous and she used them to rub back and forth against Liz's soft and yielding breasts. Before too long, Liz started to stir and her tiny nipples hardened. Her head rolled back and forth as she slowly came to. When she realized where she was, Liz tried to move but she couldn't budge Linsey's big body from on top of her. Liz tried to move her hands but she realized they had been bound by scraps of her tattered dress to the plumbing fixture behind her. But even if Liz hadn't been tied, Liz wouldn't have had the strength to displace the far heavier Linsey, whose full ass was spread across Liz's thighs.

"I wanted to make sure you remembered this, Liz," Linsey said calmly. "I wanted to do something different to let you know how much I own you!"

Linsey smirked and looked deeply into Liz's eyes. Liz didn't know what to think as Linsey just sat there, holding her face, forcing Liz to look directly into her dominant eyes. It didn't take long before Liz felt the warmth of Linsey's urine spray over her thighs into her fine bush and pussy. It burned when it flowed over the whip marks on her thighs.

Liz was about to scream for help when Linsey said, "Make a peep an I'll do more than just pee on you."

She didn't have to say anymore. Liz knew what she mean as Linsey flexed her ass muscles on Liz's lap. After Linsey had emptied her bladder, she went over to the counter and retrieved her strap-on dildo. She didn't put it on, but she did slide the head inside herself and worked it in and out until she was ready to have another orgasm.

Linsey pulled it out, stood over Liz and yanked the model's face deep to her sopping wet, gaping labia. Linsey rocked back and forth on the supermodels face with her vaginal lips so enormous they almost swallowed Liz's face. Linsey's hips crushed forward with a force and hunger unrivaled. Just as Linsey was about to scream in pleasure, she felt Liz' body go limp between her thighs. It didn't matter then, it was too late. Linsey had built towards an orgasm and it was too powerful to stop. When she started to cum, she pulled back from Liz and let go of her hair. Liz's head fell back just as, with a barbaric explosion, Linsey squirted into Liz's face and hair.

Linsey loved being a squirter. As a youngster she'd been ashamed, but as she matured she realized her lovers enjoyed it and it made her feel even more powerful during sex. It was like she was as forceful as a man and had the ability to shoot farther than many of her partners.

Before she left the ladies room, Linsey took the whip back into the stall. Liz was just starting to stir when she saw Linsey holding the whip in her hand and begged her not to whip her again.

Linsey smiled and said, "Of course not dear. I wouldn't want to ruin your perfect face or those cute little girl tits!"

Instead, Linsey forced her hand between Liz's thighs and used the handle of the whip like a cock, sliding it in and out of Liz' pussy. The rough woven leather handle both excited and burned her tender vagina. Liz was weeping openly but that didn't stop Linsey from bringing her to a full, albeit reluctant, orgasm.

The attendant had been fascinated with Linsey's gruff groans during orgasm and was awed at her power. Now, she listened with an ear to the door as Liz's elegant soft moans filled the powder room with an entirely different tone. Liz' moans started out as whimpers, built to moans, elevated to groans and then exploded with her beautiful harmonious voice saying, "Oh God! Oh God! Please God! Yes, oh God!"

"Just to let you know, Liz," Linsey started. "If there's a next time, I'll finish you off completely. For now I'm happy just to put you to sleep again."

She straddled Liz's thighs and hoisted her breasts up over Liz's mouth and nose, slowly rubbing them back and forth. In minutes Liz's tired eyes, all Linsey could see of her face, slowly drifted closed as if she were drunk and couldn't help falling asleep. Linsey had one last task to attend to.

When she left the powder room the attendant was taken aback by the slices in Linsey's dress but it didn't seem to bother Linsey in the least as she walked towards the front door. The attendant went inside and couldn't believe her eyes. Linsey had untied the unconscious Liz and used the wrist irons to hang the tall model from the bar over the stall door. Liz's long arms were stretched over her head, her face was bowed towards the hollow of one of her underarms. Liz' breasts had a devastating hickey around each nipple, her mouth was stuffed with her own panties. The dildo was wedged unceremoniously up her ass and the handle of the whip was buried deep inside her vagina; making it look as if a giant snake were crawling up inside of her.

Liz was mostly unconscious.

The attendant couldn't help feeling tomorrow wouldn't be quite so exciting. No day would. She knew no one would believe her when she told them what happened, so she left the once-stunning but now unrecognizable Elizabeth Hurley hanging there halfway between sleeping and waking; in her own little Never-Never Land, as she hurried off to find her coworkers to let them enjoy this amazing site. No poet, dead or alive, would ever be able to discover such sight.

Linsey Dawn McKenzie had certainly made her mark at the Worthington Polo Club.