I hung on every word. Suddenly, after I believe her third shot she suggested, "We should do belly button shots. Seems like fun."I thought of the idea ...nd remembered my stomach, "But that isn't fair."She tilted her head to one side and all I could do was smile at the image, "What is unfair about that?"I leaned forward to set the shotglass on the table and looked away a bit as I said, "Well, that way I am doing all the drinking and you are staying sober." Are you suggesting that I have a bigger. Then she sat down, chatted with Mr. Davis and answered some of his questions before he continued using his phone. After a while, Abby started teasing him. She slowly had her legs spread widely and her denim skirt started riding up her thighs. By that time, she knew that Mr. Davis noticed that so he deliberately sat further from the desk and sat with his body lying lazily on the chair so that he could see what’s between her parted legs under the desk. But, all he could see was Abby’s hands. "Joe supported Margie. "Except for a feeling he saw you as a prostitute the night you slept together, which maybe you projected..." No I don't think so. Once we decided to do the dirty deed, all talking ceased and he expected an easy lay, like he intended to get his money's worth or something. Of course an all nighter would have busted his bank account." But it didn't start that way," Joe reminded her. "I saw you two behaving like contemporaries, sharing culture or what have you. Sex. He wondered whether there was some Romany rule about separation meaning divorce.He looked it up on the Internet and found there wasn't. Divorce was admitted in Romany society but involved the husband expelling the woman or her leaving him. On the other hand, she could no doubt invoke British divorce law and the two year separation rule.All the same, he did not relish the thought of an aggressive husband or ex-husband breathing down his neck. What were the chances of that though? Almost nil. He.