Her face was the same shape. She was the same size and shared the same figure.Jerry took Emma's hand. "Thank you for coming," he said and bent to kiss...her cheek. She turned her head so that it landed on her lipsHe started but she squeezed his hand. He looked her in the eye for a moment and then tore himself away."Hello, Zoë," he said warmly. "I'm delighted to meet you." And you, Colonel Evans." Don't you dare! Jerry!" Yes, sir." She stood rigidly to attention.Jerry laughed. She was clearly a. "Sorry, she never mentioned anyone called Chrissy." He paused, "Come tothink of it , she's been murmuring about bringing a friend along forsome time but I'd assumed it was just to watch." S..she said that there'd be work..." Her voice trailed off indisappointment."No I'm sorry, I don't know where she got that idea?"Christine felt a trickle of sweat run down her back. She didn'treally have the money for a cab home and she'd hoped that either Tony or Brenda would help her. She scratched her. I always fantasised being alone with her and pressing her boobs. Since I was a bright student i was always asked to carry books from the classroom to the staff room for the teachers. One day as I was doing this duty I was walking beside her and trying to catch a glimpse of her boobs through the saree.She was wearing a beautiful blue saree and matching blouse and I was watching her cute lovely boobs. I was so engrossed in that I didn’t realise that she had noticed it as we reached the staff. I was planning on a barbecue, so there’s no imposition,” I insisted.Chantal smiled. “Okay. Thank you. But let me change first.”The sun was sinking when Chantal arrived in the back garden. The day had lost its intensity, leaving humidity. Occasional breezes brought cooling relief. I had charcoals almost glowing and a bottle of beer in hand.Chantal had changed into pale tan shorts and a turquoise and yellow blouse, sandals on her feet. Once again, I admired her shapely legs.“Wine or beer?” I.