” I put the name out there and shut up.Cindy knew why I’d suggested her fiancé. Tara and Nancy both knew Cork professionally; he was part of the ...anagement team.”A long silence ensued. I sipped my liqueur and waited to see who spoke first. I caught Cindy’s eye and shook my head so she’d keep quiet. The job didn’t need to be sold further.Tara finally asked, “How do you know this?”I said with care, “We met today and a few confidences were exchanged. He is Cindy’s fiancé, as you know.”Nancy didn’t. ‘As for you, ms Carter, may I suggest you keep your rather intemperate remarks to yourself?’ She turned to Dee. ‘I am sorry about that, Mrs Hardidsty. Generally, I try to keep a tighter ship, than that.’ ‘Thank you, your honour,’ replied Dee. Dee returned her attention to Karen. ‘Well now, ms Carter. So Ken returns home from work, having attended some business meetings and finds you and his wife in bed together, in flagrante delicto, as the Latin term puts it. What business meetings had he been. A sudden wave of irrational guilt washed over me, quickly killing the erection I had woken up with. I had been unfaithful to Sara, part of me was screaming. Forgive me, love! It was too fresh for me, still, and tears came to my eyes again. Sara and I had been really good together, soul-mates, and I would always miss her. How could I have enjoyed such intimate contact with another -- no matter what species! -- while her memory was still so strong?Yet I knew, for certain, that Sara would never. ..Joan remembered a high school professor who had an intense stocking fetish. How Joan would sit in the front row making sure the professor had a clear view of her shapely legs incased in the sheerest of stockings. How she would let her high heel dangle from her nylon toes. How she could see sweat form on his brow as he could not take his eyes off her legs and high heels. Joan was to learn the full weakness of a man with a stockings/heels fetish.Not doing well with her grade in Mr. Spears class.