. um ... Peter.“You’ve got a lovely house and it’s ever so big. Like one I used to clean for at home.”“Where is home, Penny?”“Chimbury M...gna.”“Where’s that?”“Near Gillingham.”“And you walked all the way to Pitsbury?”She nodded.“How long did it take you?”“Best part of two days.”“Without food?”“No, I packed some before I left home. That lasted three days.”“Then what?”“I had some loose change which let me buy some sandwiches. I made them last another two days.”“So how long had you been without. After holding still for a moment, he started to move. His hands lifted me momentarily from him as pulled his thighs back, and then he pumped himself back deep inside, pushing hard again as his hands released their hold, my full weight on just his manhood and the wall.And as he got the rhythm going, I was raised and lowered like an old fashioned water pump, oblivious to everything except the feeling rising from my loins. The relentless pressure was bringing me near the edge, a cutting tingle. The Professor better get here soon, she thought. Ginger turned around, walked to her closet and selected a dress to put on. It was either that or attack Mary Ann again. She dropped her towel and put on her dress with a practiced quickness that came from too many producer's wives showing up unexpectedly. As quick as she was, she noticed Mary Ann in the mirror gazing at her body. Ginger turned around quickly catching her in the act. Mary Ann's face flushed bright red."I'm sorry, Mary Ann, I was. Outside 206, he listened but didn't hear anything: no talking, no nothing. Kevin was distraught. Inside his room, he stood debating what to do next? Bang on the damn door? Bust the door down? That is my damn wife! Kevin’s anger built and yet he knew he needed to catch them in a situation where Joy couldn't talk her way out of it. He decided to wait. He showered and dressed and hurried down to the restaurant. He got a table in a far corner, virtually out of sight, and waited for Joy and this man.