This driver isn’t called mad Max for nothing’” As I grabbed for the bar, I felt a hand on my thigh and some pressure against my bum. A knee? A ...and? Deliberate, or an accident, I couldn’t tell. The gentleman in front of me smiled, “We’ll try to make this as pleasurable a ride as possible, Missy.” I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Scream? Push his hand away? Part of me liked the attention I was getting. Besides, I thought, ‘How far can it possibly go? We’re on a crowded bus!’ I let it go and. "I know your studies are important to you and that you have classes thisafternoon, but I really need you to work today."We're two short on the switchboard on a day when I could have used anextra."James nods, and says: "There was something I wanted to talk to you aboutPauline," he says smoothing out his skirt.Yep, I guessed as much when you walked in dressed like that. You lookvery nice by the way," Pauline says."There's no problem with you wearing heels, skirts or dresses to work,we'll have to. After a while we all decided to get dressed and head back. When we got in the car his wife said she would drive and I can sit in the front with her. He sat in the back with my wife and put his arm around her. She didn't try to push him off and he continued to chat with her while I chatted to his wife. Back at the site we went to our Gites but agreed they should come round later, we eat late so suggested about 9ish. They came round later, both ladies wearing thin summer dresses and both he and I. Her imagination rejected the thought of the pair of them contorting their bodies to adapt to the crazy need to copulate like obsessed animals in the middle of the night. Besides, she wanted to feel Don Luigi’s touch on her own skin with his gentle way of bringing her submissive side along for the ride.Angelica stole out of the villa and walked filled with a sense of self-pity along the stone wall of the sea barrier carefully avoiding any broken glass or fisherman’s hooks. She wanted to dig her.