I wonder why. I said, ‘That’s what I just said.’ ‘Maybe if you used a smaller amount next time and I’ll be ready.’ ‘Okay.’ As I got...ready to put more in my hand I noticed the ice cold lotion had caused her nipples to jump up like little thumbs in her tiny suit! Get the camera, get the camera! I grabbed the camera and took some pictures up kind of close I guess you could say. ‘Why take my picture so close Alex?’ I had to tell her. What lie would sound reasonable? ‘I wanted to get a picture. She'd sold her precious flute to feed her kids while working at that hotel. In my ignorance I'd gotten her a much nicer instrument.The kids already had a jump on biology. Watching a bitch have puppies tends to do that. They were too young to get started on any anatomy or the Krebs cycle or any of that stuff, but I did teach them veins from arteries while getting some first aid into their heads. They knew what germs were, versus bacteria versus viruses. I asked the local doc to show them what. It was then Deryck noticed a book lying near his feet. Bending down he picked up a rather worn edition of Wuthering Heights. Well, she must either have gotten this really cheap or this isn’t her first time reading the book, he mused. Tapping her desk gently with his pen to get her attention, she practically jumped out of her seat all together. ‘Uh here’s your book I think.’ For the first time their eyes met and Deryck felt something odd. It was timid yet strong eyes meeting defiant and unsure. ”“Oh come on,” Mary said, “l do love a nice juicy fuck story.”“Language Mary please,” Esme giggled, “we really shouldn’t be talking like this, it must be the wine, we’re respectable women.”“Oh come on,” Mary said, “it’s only a bit of fun.”Esme gave Joan a look.“Go on, tell her,” Joan said.Esme took a few moments then seemed to settle her mind. “I suppose l have to now,” she said finally.“Wait,” Mary said, “we need more wine.” She signalled to Julian who came straight over, he asked if they all.