"Here is my offer," said the colonel, patting Mrs. Smithson's bare buttocks. "You cooperate, and I will give them to you for, let us say, for a fortni...ht before I send them on to the pleasure houses."The woman looked up at me, sad eyed, and shook her head negatively. "Don't," she mouthed silently."Well," said the officer. "I've already been offered twenty pounds in gold this young one's maidenhead. Answer me." Bastard," I said, "you make war on women and children." Ha," he cried, "and they make. As she did, she watched Cara carefully. Except for the red glaze of pain deep in her eyes, she moved as freely as she had the day before on the golf course. She greeted the Duke warmly, but concentrated particularly on Marion. It was obvious that the two women hit it off instantly.No sooner were they seated than the waiter began pouring Dom Pérignon, 1975. When it was served, Cara raised her glass in a toast. “To Sir Donald Whitfield, a hero in the tradition of, and with the same importance as,. But she had steadied herself and his hands went too far, landing squarely on her breasts as he grabbed for her. He was left with two handfuls of teenage tit.“Oh shit Renee, I am so sorry”, he said as he withdrew his hands. He could feel the blood in his face rising. “I….I was just trying to keep you from falling,” he stammered.“It’s ‘k, Mr. C. It was my fault. I shoulda been watching where I was going.”“Well, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to….touch you….there.”“It’s really alright. . ” She said and swept out into the reps room.I stopped stunned. Did I hear right? Prim Miss Ferguson can’t have produced a filthy mouthful like that, could she? I turned and watched her smartly clad back as she prepared to conduct the meeting. She had though!She greeted the eight men with a smile and read through a few memos from head office. She went over the latest sales figures and congratulated the team on a successful week.“Now, the team results you have been waiting for!”A stir went round.