Regardless, Jenny was home within the hour. They celebrated Tiffany'sraise like tigresses in heat.Jenny turned back to Jon early Thursday morning, bef...re work, and thenturned back to Jenny after work on Friday. On Saturday morning, Tiffanyand Jenny lay naked on their bed. Jenny was going to be around the entireday, so they both started dressing by putting on their panties and bras. In fact, it was time to pack for their annual two week beach vacation,and as they discussed the details Tiffany. She looked at him hard and said nothing. Then without a word she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. The summer night air was muggy but the breeze was refreshing. Her hair was jostled by the wind and delicately danced around her visage. She led him to her car without a glance behind and then she abruptly turned and embraced him. Their kisses were more passionate and feverish now. Their hands which had previously been reserved to touching each other’s waist or back, now began exploring. There were more people aboard than first thing this morning though. We selected a carriage that had three people in it that looked like they were together, a couple with a boy aged about ten years old. They spoke in hushed tones, but they were clearly returning home following a serious conversation with the boy’s headmaster. The boy was sullen and looked defeated, certain that his next few days were likely to be a torture to endure. I knew they must therefore be local and, sure enough, two. The very room where my story took place.’ Jane perked up again. ‘Do you remember the room number?’ ‘Of course. I had room 68, right across the hall. Their suite was number 69.’ ‘Sixty-nine? You’ve got to be kidding,’ Jane said. ‘Yeah, it does seem a coincidence. William and Wendy probably did a lot of 69 in room 69.’ ‘Yeah, well I like to 69 myself,’ Jane smiled. ‘Maybe that’s why they made me Agent 0069! You know, ‘OH! OOOOHHHH! SSSSIXTYYY-NNNNINE!” she cooed. She was starting to like saying.