He picks her up easily out of the tub, strength belying his apparent scrawniness, and sits her on the toilet. Now, piggy… let all the nasty out… a...d stands back, watching the pain and relief play over her features as she evacuates loudly into the toilet. Once the sounds stop, he reaches over her to flush and instructs her to stand up, then guides her back into the tub, bending her back over, running a little water down her crack, and pushes the hose back in… after the third time, there was. "Sorry, sorry!" but she wasn't; she ginned that impish grin.The taxi was waiting and they were off. Claire had her arm tucked in his all the way. They went to the same club Tom and Mike used. Tom wasn't there, having gone to some convention or other. Claire got her share of admiring looks from many of the men there. The meal was excellent as usual and they chatted away through it, laughing and joking.Then they went into the club area and danced. The first dances were quick upbeat numbers and. He drank it all in, those lovely bare legs so gloriously crossed and flaunted in the tantalizing skirt, those firm and bountiful breasts jutting out proudly against her gossamer light blouse, the hint of cleavage artfully displayed by a couple of undone buttons, her stunning face framed by cascades of luxuriant black hair, the full generous mouth and perfectly applied lipstick, colour matching her nails, the cute little nose, the dark flashing eyes, at once confident and commanding and. "Thanks, I really needed a confidence booster like that."The cab driver replied. "Just give her hair a tug early on, so you don't waste the whole day."Bob said. "I'll remember that."Then the cab driver said. "Were here, go get her tiger."Bob said thanks. "Keep the change and buy your girl a new wig."The cab driver said. "Thanks and good luck buddy."Bob said. "Yeah, I'll need it."Bob walked in to the Fountain Restraunt and there she was, just like her picture. Bob let out a sigh of releif and.