When I changed he picked up the camera and took some photos of me. After 10 or 15 minutes there was a knock on the bedroom door. He opened the door an... a man came in. They shook hands. He was Gary and in his 40s. A little taller than my husband, he had fair hair. "Come here slut." I went over to them."What are you." I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." She is still in training and needs plenty of discipline." I was mortified as he went on to describe the things he had done to me. Gary then brought us. " She batted her eyelashes a few times. "Can it?" Are you sure?" Al asked. He had had more than his share of the champagne, to the point of unbuttoning the top button on his shirt."We would love to know more," Jennifer purred."Well, I don't have my PowerPoint slides with me..." Oh, Al," Tipper said with a laugh as she whacked him on the arm. "Just tell them. I'm gonna order some more champagne. Does anyone want dinner? No? Okee-dokee." Basically," Al began, "no responsible scientist would argue. She then does the same with the other end of the lace. Then using all of her fingers she undoes the laces completely, leaving the two laces completely untied, dangling over both sides of her sneaker. She then takes hold of the heel of her shoe and gently starts to slide it off, revealing more of her little white ankle sock. As she takes her sneaker off, it reveals the beautiful arch of her foot. The moment her toes are free from her sneaker, she begins to wiggle them. I am so relieved to see. ---------Next morning, on the way to work, I rang Michelle but there was noanswer, so I left the melodramatic message "Alexandra is fishing fortrout again." Quite a while later she texted back. "Gr8. U R a goodfriend, Lexie." I did type "FFS" in reply but changed my mind aboutsending it.One of the comfort factors in following this plan was that Michelle didhave the knack of predicting exactly what Paul would do next, so thechance of being pitched into situations that I was not equipped to.