Absentmindedly she said, "I need to give you a longer session of treatment for that," then more assertively, "what are you doing this evening?"She had...apologised when she gave me her address and mobile number, "Not a good part of the district..." was all she had said.I understood now as I'd reached the end of the narrow road. I'd heard from someone else, not the usual office gossip you understand, that she had been in a business partnership with her ex - she'd trusted him and when the company. “Sir, do I have permission?”“Yes, Steve. Kiss her. Otherwise, she’ll hate me forever.”“Thanks, Daddy!” Becky said happily.I kissed her gently. A tear ran down her cheek, which I wiped away. She snuggled as close to me as she could and we sat there until Lois called everyone for dinner. After we finished dinner Mr. and Mrs. van Hoek drove me home. Becky and I cuddled in the back seat.At my house, Mr. van Hoek talked to my dad. Becky and I stood by the door and hugged. She kept kissing me on the. She looked through the window, past the racks of second hand clothes, and spotted him near the back of the shop, leafing through a shelf full of old vinyl records. "Typical!" she thought, "the rest of the world moves on to CD and DVD, and Kevin adds to his collection of vinyl. What do you play those things on these days?" She watched him for a few seconds, feeling a thrill run through her at her instructions from Jeff. Kevin was a bit of a loner, but he was kind of hot too, in his own. .. Oh, she wanted me and the other bimbos.”“Really?” I blinked. “But she’s always talking in her campaign ads about how happily married she is to what’s his name.”“Politicians lie, Frank,” she said then sipped her champagne. She looked so elegant as she did it.“Right,” I nodded. “Foolish of me to forget that fact.”“Very foolish,” she agreed.“So, you think we can use it?” I asked.“She has the look of a woman that takes what she wants. And she wanted me and the other bimbos.”I glanced around the.