’ ‘Sorry. Is that my fault?’ ‘No. It was great. We made love like we used when were young.’ ‘Where did you get the corset from?’ Noella ...old her ‘Le Boutique de Armour’ and the incredible range they had. ‘Sounds great!. I’ll have to go and have a look. Might be able to drive Paul even more wild!’ ‘You just might!’ Noella laughed. Should I warn her about the wickedly delicious Madam Justine? She decided not to. Let’s just see if anything happens! She washed up after her meal and rang her kids. With the door open I could see that the room was medium sized with some desks and chairs. "This is the storage room where the companies store their displays overnight. I actually had to set up that stand back there myself so thats why I have the key. No one will bother us in here. Everyones out on the main display floor right now."We found two chairs next to each other and sat down. "Well, I hope youre right about more modeling work coming my way soon," she sighed, restarting our conversation. He didn’t want to hear about her fake ones. “But yes, you are right, they are not too fake neither too big. And she is a beauty, that is important”. “Yes”, he agreed. “Don’t be so stupid!”, I told him. “Have fun with her no matter how fake her breasts are!” And I think he did it. He was alone in his room after work. Hesitant again. To look at her or not? He knew that if he looked at her he would end stroking to her. He tried to do something else, to do some work. But he couldn’t, she was trying. The only thing he could think of was the prescribed and insincere "I am sorry for your loss." churned out in American crime TV series. Eventually he managed to say, "You shouldn't blame yourself."Eric looked up to him from the floor, his face flushed with anger."Blame myself? Why would you think I would do that? I blame that fucking cunt and that fucking slag I married. Blaming myself doesn't come into it. To be honest, in a way I am glad, but that don't mean I am not sorry, for fucks sake I.