I got up without being modest about covering up and followed the sounds. They were coming from the yard next door! I peeked over the wooden fence and...saw the lady next door giving head to her husband, as he sat on a chair. He saw me peeking over, winked at me, and continued to enjoy what his wife was doing to him. I watched for a few minutes, then decided to give them their privacy. I didn't want to embarrass them. Later that evening there was a knock on the door. It was the lady next door. I. Let's," said Sarah smugly. "I thought after three months, the two parties could decide if we continue working together." No Sarah. That would be most disadvantageous to us. We contracted to develop you. If we found you to be, let us say, a dead end, we would discontinue the relationship. But since you..." Shit," said Sarah. "Sophie?"Sophie sighed. "E-mail it to me, Carrie." Fine. I'm not sure what the problem is though. We've worked together well, and our relationship has benefitted both of. ..''If my old clothes weren't going to be given to my sister I'd give themto him in an instant,' Nicole types.'I've not got any younger sisters,' Harriet types. 'He's more thanwelcome to my old school skirt!''Same here,' Megan types. 'I don't need my old ballet leotard either,he can have that too!''Sorry,' Harriet types at the same time as Megan's message comesthrough. 'I meant to say SHE's welcome to my old school skirt!''Hehe!' I type. 'Hang on, let me invite Ashley into the convo...''Ashley. I took out her phone and sent an email to the other women going on the weekend and said how her husband had suddenly become ill and that she couldn’t make it. I left it short and simple and sent the email. I walked back into the room where I had her.She looked up at me, giving me a very dirty look, but she didn’t say a thing. I walked around her a few times, admiring how genuinely gorgeous she looked. Black business suit with a jacket. White blouse. Black hosiery. Black 4” slingbacks. I.