She lifted the flowerpot and took the key, placing it very gently into the lock, there was a gentle click as the lock opened and she eased the door op...n , removing her shoes, she slid inside.The back of the house was quiet, as she tiptoed across the dining room she could hear breathing. The dining room door to the lounge was half open and as she peered into the gloom she could make out the outline of the naked couple. Her friend had her back to her and she could see her rounded bum and her. A sailing barge, of course, is almost silent, and ideal in the right conditions for getting close to waders and sea-birds. Anchoring at Mersea for lunch then slowly working back up to Maldon; not quite so easy in the south-westerly wind. A stop at Lawling Creek including tea, watching the tide gradually covering the mud-flats, finishing back at the Hythe Quay just after twenty-two hundred. An hour's work to put the barge to bed, then back to Brentford for Pippa. Having dropped her off, CC had a. She was three quarters of the way through an arts degree that she was doing part time and likely to take her nine years at the rate she was going, but then she was working full time.Katherine brought her in and introduced to him a lady of average height and build with a pretty face, well dressed as if attending a public service interview, Frank thought having been on both sides of the desk in quite a few of those. However, she presented quite well and spoke fluently in a very pleasing. . 'Bitch!" I muttered to myself.It was hard to concentrate on anything for the next few days I feltmiserable and guilty. Emotions like guilt are so draining, it'simpossible to get any traction. Thankfully I had a gig on Wednesdaynight at a little wine bar not far from home. I was halfway through myfirst set when I saw Molly sitting in the crowd listening. The set wasmellow as requested and the audience were barely listening there wasplenty of chatter. The moment I spotted her I cringed, she was.