Two men, jeans and checked shirts, sat straight down, heads in the drinks menu. The third person, a woman, took the seat just across from me. I caught...her face in profile, long, dark hair, fringe cut straight, slim face, full lips. She reminded me of Jemima Rooper, an actress I'd seen in some film or television series. Striking features. She wore a grey jumper, tight across her chest. I tried not to stare, but she looked up, our eyes met. I smiled, then went back to my colleagues. I got caught. Tina had slid down on the sofa and was resting her head on my shoulder, while Jessica too had flopped over, rested her head in Tina’s lap. As we laughed and chatted, I couldn’t resist letting my hand slip down Tina’s unbuttoned blouse. She immediately guided my hand down to her braless breasts, which I proceeded to touch lightly, brushing my fingers casually over her engorged nipples. Naturally, I was becoming quite aroused and Tina was encouraging me resting her hand over my growing erection.. I took them to Mama’s for a late breakfast.”“At least the grease will make things slide on through easier,” Terrance’s dad said from behind us.Then so only I could hear he said, “If the extra out-of-town volunteers didn’t ensure they weren’t in danger, I’m sure the ones arriving after you did. I’m amazed by how these three girls, and Camden, trust you so completely with their safety. They are the last people in the world I would expect to find working at a Habitat for Humanity home building. They must have been from the rural areas of those countries - in most of the cities English was almost a mandatory second language. I wondered where their escort and translator were; groups like these always had one.As if reading my mind Bob said, "Their host is very hung over in my office; there was too much sampling of Kentucky whiskey and mixed drinks last night, from what I was able to understand.An elderly lady in her early sixties and a younger lady were trying to get something across to.