“I couldn’t come out dressed like this or my mum would have asked questions”.“That’ll do very well, roll on lunchtime” I replied, rock har... myself now, as she had missed a button, and her blouse was showing a flash of white, lacy bra. I hadn’t been far off, she was a B cup, but maybe a 34. We close early on a Friday; she and I left the workshop guys to lock up, and drove to the hotel. I’d booked a table in the restaurant, and we sat down opposite each other, and ordered food.She had fixed her. Forgetting it was him who wanted to start this whole thing,” Jill told them all, the tiredness and frustration clear in her voice. “It was him who suggested we start the swinging. Him who virtually pushed me into Chris’s arms and bed. And him who sent me over the other night in that tiny golden three-piece handkerchief masquerading as a bikini. And sometimes I just get a bit tired of him pretending I’m the one who wants this more than him.”“Honey, I get that. But Jill, don’t take this the wrong. I discovered later that they really liked each other and could talk openly for hours. Yoni had ripped Gina a new one. As I came through the patio door, Gina threw her arms around me, kissed me and said, ‘I’m sorry for being such a bitch. I want to be with you and help you.’ Then she whispered, ‘I know someway, someday you will get me back home.’ With Yoni in the background smiling at Gina and me, it seemed completely clear to me, we could be a great team. The three of us would plan how to live. ."Monday MorningAbout nine thirty, as Michelle was finishing her breakfast out by the pool her cell phone rang. It was Dex. "Hey blondie, ya up for another lesson in real fucking?" He said in a commanding tone."I ah, I don't know. When?" Again, just a few words from him and she had lost control."Get something ta write with and write on, cunt?" he demanded."Ah no, hold on for a minute and please don't call me that." she said meekly, carrying her phone into the pool house. "OK?" I'll call your.