I had discovered he had a thing about his mother`s breasts, and since her passing had developed a definite fetish, losing all inhibitions with drink w...ich he wasn’t used too. I rang for coffee and Alice soon fetched in the tray, she was bare legged, wore a dark skirt and a bright saffron, paisley pattern, button fronted blouse she had intended to visit Joe in that evening. I could see our little friend eyeing her secretively, and reddening as he did while trying to concentrate on me. She. Wow, damn, what a looker! Cameron must have seen the look on my face, because he shook his head on that one. I wondered what he meant, but he cleared it up by mouthing, “lesbian.” I wasn’t too slow to catch onto that little warning, of course.“If she’s gay ... let me guess ... a late bloomer, married younger, thinking that she was straight or could make herself straight ... realized later that she was still Sapphic, something like that?” I thought aloud.“Basically. I think that she lets her son. Take Care, Sir.” He turned and walked quickly away. The number was obviously a London one by the code. A few days later I worked up the courage to ring her and she answered on the third ring. “Hi Joe. How are you?” “All the better now I,m speaking to you, Clarice.” “Okay. When do you next have some time off?” This Thursday and Friday.” “Thursday it,ll have to be then as I must accompany Cecil to Aberdeen all this weekend as the dutiful wife. Meet me outside Claridges as I,ll book a room for us. She insists, and she usually gets her way." Flash backs of my former life with Stacy shot through my mind. God I hope these kids aren't playing those games.As we walked to a table on the far side of the dance floor, I couldn't help noticing she was dressed quite similar to the way Stacy used to dress on our nights out. I guessed Sara to be around five two or three, around a hundred and ten pounds and dark red hair. She reminded me of Reba the singer. She had on, over a pretty nice ass, a black.