Looking closer at the key it was obvious that the slots were meant to pass over something in the lock, if there was a slight misalignment the key woul...n't function the way it should.I took the key out to the workshop and gently squeezed it in the vyce, not enough to be noticed but enough I hoped to render it inoperable. Back into the study and I tried it in the lock, "great, try to get into there now you murdering bastard" I thought.After tea, Jenny and Jessica went to choir practice, they had. They never lasted long though. I was her first priority.I returned, naked, to my bedroom and dressed in pants, shorts and t-shirt. The front door bell went off. I opened the door to Julie. She entered and kissed me hard wrapping her arm around me, pushing her full body into me then grabbed my ass and pulled it into her body feeling my hard cock across her stomach. I finally closed the door and we fell onto the lounge. She was just wearing a shorten t-shirt and short loose skirt, and sandals.. Oh yeah, an old mate of mine is into what he describes as "flash stories." I think this one might just fall into that category, but only just!It had been a real bastard of a week and was I dying for a decent pint of beer by that Friday evening. So I'd slipped into the pub for swift one, before I made my way home from work.The "Farmers Arms" was right next door to the office, and I'll happily admit that it wasn't unusual for me to slip in there for a quickie on the way home. Hey, they served a. Carol loved shoes. One of the first things shenoticed about women. She hated that women, who all had the naturalattributes she longed for, wasted them. Crummy, scruffy shoes, dowdyclothes, no make up, hair a mess. Mrs Verity - Tanya, she had severaltimes insisted - she wasn't like that. Carlo had met her perhaps a dozentimes now. Always immaculately turned out. Reminding him of one of thosecosmetic consultants on the counters of a big store in Manchester orsomewhere. LOTS of make up, obviously.