Coming out of the shower she realised the window cleaner was busy at the bedroom window, he was no looker and she reckoned quite a bit older, but she ...anted, needed to be used and fuked, so she just let her towel drop pretending not to notice him she stood in front of the mirror looking at her body, taking her body lotion she squirted the white liquid into her hands and slowly she began to rub it over her body, starting with her arms then to her chest, she knew out the corner of her eye he was. 'How do you know my husband', I asked, he looked at me and said, 'Met him down the boozer', he looked me up and down again, his thin lips dry with expectation, and he drew his tongue across them in expectation''Told me a lot about you', he added, I said nothing, just staring back, knowing fine well how my husband would be describing me.'Did he tell you I would like to be in their with them', I said, pointing to the pigs, 'As a matter of fact he did', he said, his voice changing as the thought. “Well yes,” I replied to the vision of perfect loveliness. “I have played. I play with the family, but you should know I’m not much good at it. I’m learning, at least I hope so.”“You know Des Corcoran?”I nodded. Colette came round and perched on the end of my desk, displaying a good deal of thigh, and what a thigh!“He’s got a practice of his own now with a friend, at the other end of the country, and so we are missing a bridge partner. There’s Harriet – you know Harriet? – Zena and me, and we. She was here because the café had always been one of the touchstones of her life – since Marjorie owned it and because she worked there often to help out. Tonight, she’d thought about it and it had come down to flipping a coin. Her father was away with her uncle Deke on a cattle drive down south. So that meant either going home to a likely empty house or just coming here, since dollars to donuts, her mother was here anyway with Marjorie and if she had the choice, Amelia found that tonight, she.