I thanked Joan again for letting me borrow her clothes and tried to return them, but she refused saying, "Keep them. They're too small on me and I'm s...re Johnny would love to see you in them again."My blush got even deeper when Johnny agreed, grinning.They dragged me off to the changing rooms and left me to change. After looking through the suits, I picked out a nice one piece. I was almost ready to go out when Susan came in and said, "That suit really looks lovely on you, Lisa. It brings out. I love that you want me, but not when I’m driving.’ I heard a grumpy noise, but she settled back into her seat, trying to sulk, but it was just funny to me. I wasn’t kidding about loving what she was doing — any time she had her hands on me was heaven — but I really couldn’t do two things at once when one of them had to take all my concentration. She continued her mock sulk when we got to her house, refusing to get out of the car. She underestimated me, because I just unclipped her seatbelt and. Now.Marcia had taken the elevator to the top floor many times for meetings but this time the ride seemed both glacially slow and much too fast to allow her to marshal her thoughts. Who was it? What would happen to her? What possible explanation could she come up with to prevent being arrested, never mind fired? Think , she told herself. Think!The elevator opened on the top floor and Marcia stepped into the world of top-level management: spacious, richly carpeted rooms; tastefully expensive. It only lasted for a second as she grabbed a beer each, stood up straight, slammed the fridge door shut in triumph and threw my beer in a perfect arc right to my lap. I caught it, cracked it open and we saluted towards the next drink. What a change this life at the beach had brought her. In the city, in share accommodation she was shy, awkward and introverted. Here, at the beach in her own house, with a man she liked and with a few beers in her she was a changed young lady. The afternoon became.