Littlewood." She talks too much. And their daughter is too arrogant." Well, if you get bored you can watch the floorshow."The floorshow would be in th... Casanova Club, and on the evening of the party the Desmonds and the Littlewoods and the young man escorting Caroline Littlewood occupied a large table in the midst of this nightclub frequented by a mix of high society and affluent gangsters.Arthur Littlewood was a man in his sixties with a pink bald head and a fringe of white hair around his. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less. I walked on those heels into the living room and put my purse down onthe side table. In the kitchen I found a bottle of white wine which Iopened. I laid out three glasses and poured myself a glass. I took arather large sip watching the red mark it left on the glass. It waserotic. I moved into the living room, put down my glass. I found thepack of cigarettes that Aunty Kate used. Strange, I never saw her smokeat home. I took one. On a whim I went back into Annie's room to themirror. I placed the. Thanks,” I smiled more confidently than I felt.I picked up my evening bag and walked nervously towards the bedroom door. Pete opened it for me and I walked out into the corridor and into a new phase of my life. Chapter 25We descended in nervous silence. I surreptitiously checked myself in the lift’s all-round mirrors throughout the brief journey, wishing dearly I was ten years younger. Or maybe twenty. When we reached the lobby, I slipped my arm through my husband’s and he led me to a quiet.