I was back at my place by 2am. That was Friday night. Monday afternoon, I didn't have anything to do. I ran a couple of errands and wound up by Josh a...d Meg's apartment. I wondered if Josh was there. There was a danger that Meg would be there alone, but I was willing to run that risk rather than miss a chance at sex with Josh. I knocked on the door. It was the worst-case scenario, or seemed to be. Meg answered, Josh wasn't there. She said he'd be back soon. I was frantically trying to think of. He stepped over and turned the light on and she said much better now I can get this skirt finished. She asked if he would hold the chair for her while she got down so she didn't fall, he came back over and grabbed the chair and stood there looking at her pussy again. She waited till he was there holding the chair before moving and before she did she looked down at him and said oh I see you noticed how hot I am then reached down with one hand and wiped the wetness from between her legs. She got. She went to the kitchen, where she picked up the cup she'd apparently used before, and poured herself another cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and looked at me.I sat. Coffee was the last thing on my mind."Do you remember Danny Trimble?" she asked.I was completely confused. I had no idea what she was talking about."No," I said, carefully."Seventh grade," she said, and then took a sip. "He cornered me under the stairs and felt my boobs. Remember now?"I thought back. I did remember now. I. As they talked, men from the site began entering the office. Eventually, Werner Siegmann appeared in the doorway and waved them in.Helen stood up and extended her hand to Villion. "You have done a good job of getting up to date on this, M Villion. Please call me Helen — we are quite informal here; I hope you don't mind." I do not mind, madame. I am Gaston." He looked at Rummy, who replied, "Call me Rummy, Gaston."The older man's brows lifted. "Rummy Harms? Ah! You are the rugby player?" Rummy.