His uncle had repeated several times that he was unable to believe what he had done.“Did anyone see them?” John asked.“I don’t know. No one st...pped them when they were leaving,” Donny said.He left out the fact that they were disguised as homeless people pushing shopping carts. That had basically allowed them to walk right up to the gang.He said, “They figured that so long as no one knows who they are that they stand a good chance of getting away. They paid cash for everything while they were. I’ve been saving for a surprise Christmas present for Vanessa. For our loft, our kitchen. I saw her looking at a French stove, La Cornue, that is gorgeous. And, I assume, does the job. We can’t afford it, but ... Vanessa. She didn’t ask for it, didn’t even hint at it, she wouldn’t.But if she wants it, I want it more.The fact that I bought a Janus et Cie lounge chair, Vino, that we didn’t need and I couldn’t afford has nothing to do with her Christmas present. No guilty conscience, not. Takinga moment to enjoy the view, I walked around her, observing how the dress clungto her body. The cleft of her arse was visible through the thin material. She waited,looking fairly calm while I drank a bottle of Bud. Time for some work. I took the hem of her dress in both hands and lifted it above her waist.She gasped with surprise but stayed still. I pulled higher, revealing braless,firm tits. The view was good. A shapely, mature woman. Narrow waist, slight belly,very good legs with full. ’ ‘You never masturbate?’ I asked. She shook her head. ‘We were always told it was evil and dirty,’ she said. ‘Edith, you poor thing,’ I said. ‘All those years…she said. ‘All those years of feeling left out,’ ‘It’s not too late, Edith.’ I said. Shaking her head as she cried quietly, she put her hand on my arm. ‘I knew I had to do this,’ she said. ‘I don’t know how I knew, but I knew.’ ‘Now what?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘He’ll never be the same to me again, but I can’t tell him.