"The way they talk. For example, they'll never say 'Gosh' but (and she put on an affected voice) 'Oh my goodness." They talk down to me. 'Be a sweet g...rl and get me a cup of coffee.' 'Oh, you wouldn't understand, my dear.' It makes me want to spit. I'll tell you something else. They're fat: even the solicitors' clerks who are in their early twenties and learning to be just as unctuous and pompous as the partners. I can't stick them, Daddy." Have you looked for another job?" No, Daddy." Why. ’ Karen drew in another breath. She had found out about Tommy’s death a year after the accident. He had been on his way home when a truck merged into his lane at too high a speed, pushing Tommy forward and into the median. He had died from his injuries on what had been Karen’s wedding anniversary. Dad had forwarded Joan’s letter with the poems to Karen and she was never sure how,or if, she should respond. Joan’s letter had brought back those old feelings of embarrassment at Tommy’s rejection. My skin was glowing with the lotion and my gentle rubbing. I was feeling nicely relaxed.I suddenly realised that it was dark outside, my living room lights were on and the blinds on my windows were open. Without thinking I stood up and walked to the bay window to close the blinds. As I was taking hold of the cord for the blinds the security light for the front of the house suddenly came on.I looked out and spotted a shape at the end of the front garden. As the person looked in my direction and. It was 10”clock as usual Jeevan was in the hall , making his bed below the sofa , by this time my children where fast sleep I removed my panty & bra & put on a skimpy nighty which willMake any man aroused and then took the bottle of massage oil from the cupboard & went to hall & sat on the sofa & asked Jeevan to massage my legs . he was below me and as he gently massaged my legs & calves I moved my nighties higher so he gets a clear view of my rose petal Pussy , now I just closed my eyes &.