Indeed, before her key was in the door she could hear the knock-knock-knock against a far wall within. Inside, a voice loudly accompanied the poundin... and she saw Bridget and Gretchen lounging in the main room with wine-coolers, the sisters dressed in nighties too flimsy to be warm and too sexy to be comfortable – in the middle of the day and in line for their turn – and from her daughters’ bedroom the violent sound of a third young woman shrieking to her daddy to do her harder, faster. . As luck or destiny would have it, a ball came between us and we both jumped for it. I should have pulled up, seeing her near, but I did not. We collided and I knocked her to the ground. “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” I muttered. I helped her up and she answered. “I’m ok, I should have seen you there.” In perfect English!But she really wasn’t ok. She had a bruise on her shoulder from where she hit the ground. When the game ended, I was quick to approach her again with new apologies. And an. . how old is he?” asked Sally. “Seventeen.” There were a few gasps among the girls. “Say, you do like them young!" observed Suzanne. “Well, I can assure you he has all the right attributes, darling. Don't let his age put you off. He has everything we require." “When can we see him?” asked Louise, eagerly. “I’ve told him to come round on Saturday. He is expecting a little surprise, but he won’t be expecting you lot.” “What does he expect then?” asked Sally. “Probably some new lingerie or. I took my shirt off and found a bra in another cupboard. It was a fair match for the thong that I was wearing and I put it on. I stuffed some tissues down it and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw CJ in the reflection and turned around just in time for her to take a picture of me in her underwear. Shit, Im so sorry I pleaded, Dont tell anyone please CJ was laughing so hard that she had to wait a minute before announcing what she was going to do. Hmmm, she pondered, Ok I wont tell anyone, us.