I was wondering what is that they would do next. He lifted himself up and rested on the side of the cot. She got up and poured whisky for a glass and ...hey started eating some chicken pieces. After a while the cigarette came out again. She lighted it and had a few drags and then handed it over to him. Then she jumped on to his lap placing her head on his thighs. He had a glass in the right hand and the left hand started working on her chest.She was dragging at the cigarette and then passing it. I knew how much she wanted to play and the winning was a big part of why she was here at the club. “Shall we play a few games – see who wins?” I said. I could see she was pleased. “You serve,” she said. As usual, I got few first serves in and in no time I was three games down. I could see she was happy, knowing that she was beating me. Game four and she served an almost perfect first serve but in a rare moment of skill, I played a better side line return and she leaped across to play it. Because your little white dress…’ He flicked the padding over her breasts- she blushed in response. ‘It can’t hide who you are. Not anymore.’ And he spun, gripping her forearm (gently), leading her through the crowd- through the parking lot- underneath the trees. Gasping, Hope struggled against him, but she didn’t mean it. She’s caught in the slick web of intrigue. The padding around her areolas suddenly seemed too tight. Her dress hung longer on each stretch of skin, flowing like water over. He was gone.” Her lower lip trembled. “It were me that found ‘im in his bed. I knew as soon as I came in the place that summat was up,” she wailed and then fell forward to bury her head in my chest as sobs and cries wracked her. Instinctively I held her and tried to soothe her despite my generally useless abilities in such situations. I patted Mrs. Carter gently on the back and slowly rocked side to side as I muttered “there, there” and “never mind” and “that’s it” over her head.I felt her arms.