“And there’s a good pub in the village. Do you know how to get onto the coast path from the hotel? ”“No” said Don. “Is it easy?”“Yes �...� in fact, I can show you from here”. Susie got up, smoothing her skirt down over her legs (it had risen really very far up her thighs), and went over to the window. Don walked over and stood behind her. As she pointed, he leant over to see, and she felt with a thrill something hard brushing against her buttocks…………………The sight of her sitting there in those black. He had his hand on her blouse in a flash and was kneading her breast when she stepped back away from him. Helga had on a purple plaid skirt that ended just above her knees and a purple sleeveless button front blouse. She stood there letting him check her out, toying with the buttons on her blouse.“Erika told me what you did to her last Saturday, Jake. Is that what you are going to do to me?”Well, the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree. “Yes, and I think you should call me Jacob.”He held out. Lets eat first.’ I followed her to the table. I sat across from her and couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was different this morning. She looked even more beautiful than usual. ‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘You gotta get out of here before you do something stupid, Ferraro.’ We ate, did the dishes and got to work. I kept stealing glances. From time to time I noticed her looking at me. A few times our hands touched and it felt electric. At about three that. The place was a nice neighborhood bar and one beer led to five and soon I was buzzing along just fine.The people were friendly and the conversation was interesting, or at least it was plentiful. There was this guy sitting a stool away from me, his name was Ray and he was a real talker. When he brought up Carla's name I wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about.Everyone at the bar seemed to know who she was and they rolled their eyes or hooted when I asked what Ray meant when he said she was.