Thank you God! Christ, she was gorgeous! Maybe nineteen or twenty, dressed for summer. Not too tarty, but minimal, in pastel pink Vans and dark shade..., a wrap around black skirt, the hem of which was half way up her wonderful thighs with a split at the side, and a loose white cotton blouse, unbuttoned perhaps one button too far. Her shoulders and arms were bare and her skin was golden and shining. She was clutching a book in one hand and her phone in the other. A heavy bag was slung over her. "But... but someone might walk past..." she began to protest."That's the idea, Ellen," I said as I undid my seatbelt and turned towards her. "Someone might see you... us." Oh."I reached over and undid her seatbelt before reaching up and cupping her big, heavy breasts. She shuddered as I cupped them gently, lifting and squeezing the big mounds as they filled my hands. Her finger began to move again as I leaned in and kissed her neck.I reached into the low cut of her top and pulled her heavy. "David?" Hey, Beth. What's up?" I wanted to see if I could buy you a drink after work and finish our conversation from last night."I didn't know that the conversation wasn't over, but I figured I better not rock the boat since we clearly had made some progress already. "Ah, sure. I can do that." Good," she said with a smile. "Meet me by the elevator."As we were walking to the same bar we went to the night before we started to talk about non work-related things. I discovered that she was almost. In her peripheral vision she saw Madeleine backed across the room near the table where the money lay in neat piles, and Shannon standing beside the chair with his hands raised high. My God, was this how it was all going to end? Launcelot was dying... and that was the fate both Shannon and Madeleine could look forward to now... and she could do nothing to help them.She said: "I--It's about time you got here. What in hell took you so long? Was pere too busy to spare me the time?"The tall one.