A tight fitting black blouse, under a fitted grey jacket with short grey skirt, stockings and a pair of black high heels. I was in a small wine bar, i... Perth, doing my paperwork over a glass of wine. I was distracted by a beefy bloke at a table nearby who was trying to catch my eye. ““Mind if I join you he asked?”No harm in chatting to a beefy bloke,“Help yourself, I’m Katie”.“Hope you don’t think me too forward, I’m Mike and I’m here for the night”Mike was good company and we chatted quite. ."the brunette added, sympathizing with what the 42 year-old blonde hadtold her this morning."Don't be, because I'm not..." Rachel said in an ice cold tone."Let's not talk about it, shall we..." Katherine said while cautiouslylooking at one of her maid, Ling who was standing nearby ready toreceive any further order by her employer. "Claire dearie... do you needanything? A cup of tea or perhaps some of the chocolate muffins whichour new neighbor Karen had taught me how to bake?" Katherine added. Aunt Peg was not really my aunt. My aunt was early thirties and my uncle was in middle fifties. She was the rebound from by first aunt. You could say that she was my uncle's trophy wife. Everytime I saw her, I thought I would a piece of that trophy. I must say that my aunt was very hot and I could see the attraction for my uncle. She had redish brown hair with green eyes. She had a fantastic body. Anyway, I was telling her I was failing French and I needed this class to graduate. She. Making me sick every time he disappeared. Worried lonely and kinda horny. I went and knocked on his buddies door to Doors Down. It was kind of late say about 9:30 maybe 10. I could still hear music from his apartment. Sounds of heavy metal Rock numbing through his wall.. so I gave his door a knock. No answer when I knocked first, then I knocked again louder. Eventually after about a half a minute or so that's when my boyfriend's friend swung his door ajar. hello, he said in a broken English.