Mora said to just bring themselves and their bathing suits andshe said she would get them and he should dig out a nice bottle ofwine.He was not sure i... he wanted to see Michael again so soon after lastnight. He had never done what he had done last night. He had thoughtabout, fantasized maybe, but never actually done it. In the shower hereasoned they would not be alone, there would be others about and onceagain thought about not only bringing the Saunders onto the books ofthe firm, but. Poor Toni, she’s had better nights in her life I’m sure. I realise that in my rush to leave, I’ve dropped my mobile at June’s. Shit, I’m going to have to go around. I hope Toni’s gone home by now.Approaching her door I feel nervous. I ring her doorbell several times, no reply. She’s either out or still fucking Terry. I give up, I’ll have to come back another time. As I go to exit the building I am approached by a girl who lives on the ground floor.“Are you looking for June? She went out about. She was tall, and had short blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a red tank tap. She had a nice dark tan, stylish make-up, and large breasts that looked too perfect to be real.I sat on a comfortable white Newport chair, surveying the room. There was a large white leather sofa seating about four women. The rest of the women were sitting on various chairs and loveseats; some were sitting on overstuffed cushions on the floor. There was fine artwork on the wall, and a shelf with. Swallowing hard, I closed the notepad and set it aside. I badly wanted to look but I didn’t feel like I should. It felt like invading his thoughts and fantasies. I’d look once I felt more comfortable with him. A few minutes later, he set an omelet in front of me and sat down, eyeing the notebook. ‘Well?’ I took a bite and found steaming ham and cheese. ‘Delicious.’ He mock-glared at me. ‘No, the drawings.’ I met his look with one of innocence. ‘Was I supposed to have an opinion on them?’ ‘Don’t.