Giggling, she handing him back his phone. “Here, you take it,” she told him.He took it from her and just set it on the table between them, next to...his beer.“Aren’t you going to reply to any of them?” she asked, clearly curious.He shook his head and looked back towards the stage. “Nope.”When nothing more was forthcoming, it was now Anisha’s turn to laugh.Grant turned back to her with an amused grin and, bringing the tease to an end, gestured to the phone with his eyes. “I’ll text them later. Someone put some romantic Latin music on the jukebox and it drifted towards the beach, adding to the surreal image forming in his mind. He kept watching the girl until she stopped and started to slowly sway to the music. It was like she was dancing just for him, and his heart beat faster as he watched her. She moved her hips in time to the music, her arms lifting up, fingertips running up one arm, and then the other, along her shoulders, across her throat and back behind her head, lifting her. She slowly put the receiver down and then looked around worried in case someone had come in to the office and overheard the conversation but no one had. Her mind reeled as she stared at the desk. She then noticed something in the bottom corner of the large pad Sarah used for working on. The words 'Terry Gillan' followed by a Cambridge number. She dialled and it answered straight away."Terry here, can I help?"She told Liz what happened over dinner that evening. "What do you think?" asked. I'm almost done. You go on to bed. You need your sleep." I know," said June. "I just thought I'd offer. It looks like you could use a good scrubbing."Bob looked down at his jutting prick, which was pointed directly toward his daughter. The wavy opacity of the glass kept her from seeing clearly enough to tell that there were two people in the shower, but she could see the shadowy shape of his erection."Uh ... I'll be fine." he said, not knowing what else to do.June lowered her voice, to.