Thinking of her flawlessly deep brown skin made his mouth water. Tonight was gonna be wild.*They made it back to one of the private rooms just as a p...nic attack gripped Jeff. Somehow he'd forgotten about the old women until just this moment. She'd been standing at the station exit when he got to Garnett Street. Jeff had spotted the old woman as soon as he reached the turnstile.Normally a decrepit old black woman in tattered clothes would have evoked piety or even scorn from Jeff, but this. “Okay, Mister Junior Partner. If you insist, Mandy mustn’t be late for her first fucking, must she?”A bolt of pain passed through me. Although I had asked for it, the words were still painful to hear.There was another long pause during which I took a last long look at my wife. Dressed in a short black cocktail dress over dark lacy lingerie, and with her long blonde hair tied back, she looked sexier than I had seen her since that terrible first evening. Her extraordinarily long legs were once. They’re for the winter catalogue and we don’t have to have that finished for another month.“OK, let’s do the others then” said Lauren, keen to get the session underway.“I’ll stay here again” said Jim with mock boredom.“Tell you what, let’s have a quick look at your last session and make sure we realise what went right and what went wrong” said Marlene, pulling an album across the coffee table. She opened it at the front page, and Lauren was delighted to see that there was a full sized portrait. They did. It turned out to be a most tender and inspiring interlude. First, the Stonehenge replica is a fascinating and mysterious thing. We discussed that for more than an hour together, sitting in the soft sunshine amidst the massive stones, and what all we knew about the Druids and the early religious activities in England and other places… classical mythology and old Germanic tribal practices… and between us we knew very little. Here, too, I learned about her. She knew next to nothing of.