It brought back my French, then expanded it as I struggled to learn the secrets of the French. This would shortly come to my aid, but I do not wish to...hurry past the next interlude.At ten the next morning, I was at the Vicarage escorting the poor man away from his house once again. I hoped there were many in the area needing his services. Meg, with the same beautiful hair and striking blue eyes as her cousin, strode into the chapel. I surveyed her, she was nearly as perfect as her cousin, just. We went to the puppet show and stood in back overlooking the crowd. opposite us along the far wall was a young man who appeared to be 18-ish and he was staring at my wife's tits. He was rubbing his crotch and trying to place it in a comfortable position. It looked to be quite a crowd pleaser. We walked to the next show and stood again and I noticed lover boy was along th far wall. His tent was very appeareant and he kept pushing it down. I whispered to my wife and she glanced to him and winked. It wasn't much of an interview. Carol Anne told Sharon all about therestaurant, how this was her third attempt and how, if she didn't get itright this time, after two failures and a bankruptcy, she was going tohang it up. She had decided that this time, she would go with NorthernItalian because that was the cooking she'd grown up with and truly loved."You'd be surprised what a difference it's made," she said.Carol Anne loved being the hostess for her own place, but when the dinnerrush was at. She felt, despite everything, a vague sense that tomorrow would be the day her fortunes finally began to improve, and as she nestled under her covers she enjoyed a blissful moment of forgetfulness regarding the previous evening’s misadventures. Until... There it is again. That persistent, annoying urge. Finding it absurd and almost slatternly that she’d need to pleasure herself yet again, she rolled to her side and willed herself towards sleep.It didn’t help. If anything, the yearning grew in.