’ She put the receiver down and ran her hands through her hair unhappily. The phone rang again and she glanced at the caller ID, then sighed and ign...red it. She looked round the untidy room and groaned. She might as well start the cleaning. The German spring had surprised everyone and it was unseasonably hot: even though the sun was setting, the flat was stifling. Uli opened the windows and let the breeze flush the day’s stale air away. It was still too warm, but at least she felt she could. Even I began to realise that Sophie’s enjoyment of the barbecue wasn’t related to the grilled meat on offer, or the sparkling wine in her glass. “It was your fault. You kept topping me up.” “I only topped up your glass. I didn’t stop you going to the toilet.” “I was enjoying myself too much. I didn’t want to risk losing you by going back into the house to use the loo.” “You were dancing from foot to foot. I thought I was making you nervous.” “You were making me nervous. I’d met a gorgeous. Reluctantly I left, driving home with a set of the infamous blue balls. I entered my folks' house as quietly as I could, making my way to my bedroom. I could not get Billie out of my head.We didn’t have sex, but it had been one of the most sexually intense encounters I’d ever had. I could still smell her scent, taste her kisses, remember the contour of her breasts, and feel the moist heat between her legs. My self-induced orgasm was explosive.Slipping into the bathroom to clean up, I wondered;. " You ever met my wife?" No, can't say as I have." She's got two things goin' for her. She scares me more than Big Vic, and I hope he never finds that out, and she's the most beautiful woman I ever seen ... still not sure why she married me. So between scary, and the risk of no pus ... no romancin' or nothin', I'll try to clean up my language. Last stop, emergency Russian translators out."Tattie grinned, hopped off the cart and stepped through the doors into a maelstrom of children's voices,.