I got home and she was waiting at the door. She still had on her white blouse and her half-bra (which almost let you see a peek of nipple), her short ...lack schoolgirl skirt, and taupe pantyhose on. I could see that she was nervous. She took my hand, led me upstairs to our bedroom and sat me in a chair off to one side of the room where I could see everything, but not be in the way. She explained to me that she expected me to follow the rules we had agreed upon; no touching, no talking, no. I sent an SMSto my office saying I will be coming late. Then I gathered some courage andremarked, ‘Nice blue colour’.She acted as if she was taken aback but, said I ain’twearing anything blue. I said yes you are….she said showme……wow….it was a call worth attending……I simply held her shoulderand pulled out her bra strap softly……Oh my God…..so you were being naughtyshe said. My hand was still there as she was still smiling…..taking this asan invitation I caressed her shoulder and back…she moaned.. “The restaurant got quiet around 8:30 so the manager let me go home early because I started earlier.”“How did you get home?” He asked.“Mr. and Mrs. Hayward happen to be my last customers and offered me a lift home. Brad and his family were at work for lunch and just his parents for supper. They gave me fifty-five dollars in tips today!”“Didn’t Dan and Karen want to come in?” Vicky wondered.“No, they’ll see us tomorrow. I think they wanted to give you two your privacy. I’m going to take a bath. Regis Gallant, and that actually was his name, was content. Content because sometimes the work was easy, most of the time it took time and he usually had to find the time in his busy week to get the info he needed to make his boss, Jacob Paskin, happy. But today was a good day. He knew where the man worked; hence, it was a good bet that the woman would be hanging around said workplace. Well, he’d been wrong about that. She hadn’t been hanging around the place; she was working at the place. The.