Beth was begging. She really didn’t want to go alone. ‘Hmmmm… I do like to hear a woman beg. Go on, sweetheart.’ The exaggerated lecherous sm...le on his lips was audible through the phone. ‘Oh shut up, man-whore. Matador’s not too far from your office, anyway. Train it in to work on Friday, and I’ll pick you up at 6.’ The rest of the week flew by in a blur. After her divorce, Beth had embraced her new independence by not only throwing herself into her work, but also trying her hand at cooking. Or even better, not have complete morons like April Glaspie make idiotic statements of weakness. That was the problem with Carter. Everyone saw him as weak, so they messed with him. Nobody thought of Reagan as weak. Lisa miscalculated based on not having enough information. Getting back to the matter at hand, I made a grave error in judgment because your daughter wasn’t mature enough to handle an actual adult relationship.”“Relationship? How much do you talk to your mistress? I don’t!”I shook. Ginger bit his lower lip andgave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, signaling that it was okay toproceed.Making small circles, Rosie applied the oil, with excess running downonto Ginger's chest. Without thinking, Rosie tried to stop thedescending rivulet and managed to put his fingers directly on Ginger'snipple. Ginger gasped and brought his hands partway up. There werechuckles from the onlookers. Seeing the inevitability of them oilingeach other completely, Ginger poured some oil over his. I’ll bring your drink over.”Billy glanced at her and walked away. She was quite attractive and perhaps a few years older than him. He noticed that she wore no wedding ring. A few minutes later she came over with his drink, Billy had already decided what he wanted from the menu. “I’ll have the Cod and Chips,” he told her.She smiled at him. “A traditionalist,” she commented.He smiled. “Well it is Friday isn’t it?”“Will Mrs Jones and her friend be joining you for lunch?”He shook his head. “They’ll.