W. It was almost time for the service to start so she gave a few reminders of what to do. I told her about the rack being broken and she said after th... service she would fix it. During the service I noticed Mrs. W looking at me and smiling. Was she smiling because she realized I got a hard on while she was hugging me? I shouldn’t be thinking about things like that but I don’t want her to think badly of me. The service ended and the church began to empty out. The priests always get out, wasting. Midge and I met her at company functions a couple of times. But we hadn't done much more than say hello to her.Claire was anxious to know why we invited her to lunch out of the blue and I wasn't sure what to say.Midge must have anticipated that question and given the answer some thought. Without any hesitation she replied, "You and your husband are believed to have a good future with the company. We thought that we should get to know you better. We occasionally have a chance to get together at. "Um here you go," he said regaining his composure and handing her a barof soap. "Make sure you wash up good and get behind the ears."She said nothing except giving him a colder glare while taking the soapfrom him. Taking the obvious hint, he spun around and got out of thebathroom.As he left and shut the door, she hopped into the tub. The warm waterfelt heavenly as she scrubbed herself . She thought about her newmaster, he really was strange. Her last master put her in the beltbecause he hated. Thank God for the weather eh! It then hits me - I like the way she talks, its such a relief.We get to the café and she offers to get the drinks; I sit down on some comfy leather seats away from the crowds. She joins me and we make, polite conversation.“So what shall we do?” she asks.I start to think and come up with some site seeing ideas but eventually come round to asking her what she would like to do.“Story four,” she says.Story four, I think, what the fu… “Right…got it,” I say to her,.