"Why didn't you call us? Julie had our number." She didn't want to upset you when you were so far away. I agreed not to call you, but I called Julie's...Aunt Eleanor and got some advice from her."Evelyn looked surprised. "I didn't know you knew her." Julie's talked about her a lot. She doesn't know I called her but Mrs. Thompson was very helpful. When I described Julie's aggressive behavior, she contacted a psychiatrist friend of hers and got some advice. He said he thought Julie might be okay in. He would have something to do."So, another weekend of doing nothing?" asked Alice, who worked a fewcubicles away from Carl."I suppose," said Carl. "Do my weekly shopping, maybe have a pint ortwo, and see what crap the television companies have to offer us." You need to get out more," said Alice."I could say the same about you," replied Carl."Don't blame Lucy. It's not her fault that its just me looking afterher. If that git hadn't dumped me, he would be looking after her now,and I might have. A waiter came to me and I ordered coffee and a sandwich, then I asked if Fabrizzi was there. The waiter told me he wasn’t there yet, and brought my order. As I was drinking the coffee, a stunning girl walked through the doorway, she was around five foot six, a beautiful oval face with a slightly olive complexion, and long flowing black hair. She was dressed in a varicolored cotton dress which ended just below the knee, and showed her body off well. There must have been some signal, as she came. “You’ll speak when you are permitted to do so.” He applied one firm slap to her buttocks, so that even I flinched. “Is that understood?”“Y-yes, s-sir.” The words gurgled in her throat. But I had to admit the word “sir” did seem to come naturally from her lips. “All right, then, be a good girl.” He dipped his fingers a second time between her thighs.I couldn’t be sure, but it appeared to me almost as if my wife raised her backside and spread her thighs a little bit, to give him better access..