Ball was pregnant, but her husband was divorcing her, and it was her fault. I didn't know what it all meant at the time. Mrs. Ball only stayed at scho...l until the end of the semester, and then no one ever saw her after that."Now it was my turn for my mouth to gape open. I had never known any of this. Our time together had always been idyllic. Sex with her had never been less than amazing as she taught me how to love a woman, and I showed her how apt a pupil I was, and how much knowledge I had. We did fancy a few more drinks though so thought we would explore the cobbled lanes a bit more before heading back. Surprisingly, most of the bars closed quite early on Sunday nights in Brussels so we were just getting used to the idea of retuning to the hotel bar when we stumbled on a bar in the side alley. It was well lit from the outside so we thought we would give it a go.When we walked in we came to a booth with a woman sitting behind it, like the entrance to a nightclub, although what. It was odd in this day and age to see a woman with so much hair between her legs. Samantha had a little landing strip and the few other women he had been with had all trimmed their pubic hair. He left the thoughts about the naked Hazel when he walked into the restaurant and smelt the fresh coffee and bacon. He ordered a large black coffee and sat down at a table outside in the sunshine. The image came back, now it was of her boobs. He figured they were smaller than Samantha’s C-cups but larger. It was one thing to lust secretly for some random spa employee; it was quite another for that lust to be exposed. Karen flushed with humiliation.As if reading her mind, Justin, in a professional tone, asked: "Too cold for you in here?"Actually, if anything, the room was stuffy, but Karen seized on the excuse, quickly answering yes, and the masseur left to turn up the heat. Mortified, she covered her face with her hands. Consciously, Karen felt shame. But subconsciously the embarrassment.