I had no idea what this was all about but I was beginning to feel more than a little nervous again.Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly ...own the dark, narrow hallway. It was obvious from the looks I was getting that it was not very common for a woman to enter this hallway. I glanced into a couple of the open doors as we passed. The rooms were very small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. Only the light from small television screens illuminated them. The first screen I saw was blank,. ‘More wine,’ she considered, helping herself to another mouthful, ‘Lots more wine.’ Resting his fork on the edge of his bowl, he gently placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. “What were the pictures like?” Blowing bubbles in your glass of wine was never sexy. Having almost choked on her drink, Emma patted her chest as she coughed. As she grabbed her napkin and subtly dabbed her mouth, she eeked out, “What?” “The photos, of the house. Did they come out ok?” he asked. “I. That painting of the rainbows dancing is brilliant.”“It’s even better than that,” I said. “It’s a double helix. Eugenie linked sexual orientation and genetics.”“Oh my! I never realised,” Mrs Crocker admitted.“By the way, I owe five dollars for the artwork,” I said.“No, you’re the reason the art students undertook their rainbow-painting initiative. You got your locker done for free.”“The first time perhaps, but Eugenie had to do it a second time after her first design was ruined by graffiti. And. ...A few days later, a workman was doing some work off to the right, out of my view. She was talking to him as he was working. My eyes were drilling her pumps, stockings. Her back was to him, and she twisted around, spreading her legs a bit... As she did, I could see her very high arch and toe cleavage. My desk was between her and me. My eyes were searching for her garter snaps which were under her skirt. I buzzed her, and asked if she could look for some files in my office as I was "busy" with.