About the size of a silver dollar and a dark contrast against her light skin, she liked what she saw, she pulled on her pj top, she liked how her nipp...es poked out through the thin cotton, and she crawled into bed the next drama class was the same, the lights went out and she stood still, again the hand touched her back, she didn't move, she let the person come close and slide both hands under her top, they could feel her flat abs as her breathing quickened, the hand slid up her back and. Tesco Tart - Part 6All of what had occurred in David's time off work slipped into the distanceas he prepared for his Monday morning back at the store.Michelle's clothes were washed, dried and ironed and hung neatly back inher wardrobe.Only her black basic housekeeping dress remained unwashed, stuffed into thewashing machine for later attention. The previous nights last minute choreshad only stretched to the hand wash of the frilled white maids apron whichMichelle had selfishly and indulgently. I was just contemplating taking a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall – 1.35pm. It couldn’t be Lucy as she was away in London that day and would not be back until late that night. She wasn’t going to drop in until the following afternoon.I walked down the hallway and tried to make out who was standing outside but it was no use through the frosted glass window. I unlocked the door and stared out into the bright summer’s day. On my doorstep stood. How her…those things are jumping….you know…”I was very much on target as Ragini after watching what I was explaining suddenly blushed and glared at me with embarrassment.“And see her legs,” I continued. “They aren’t as strong as Navratilova or even Sharapova. That’s why she is unable to win lot of tournaments.”“I know,” Ragini replied as if she was whispering with her head bowed down delicately.“If you want to play tennis you need to have a firm physique,” I continued. “Your legs must be.