”After sandwiches from a bakery cafe, I set out to find the publishers of the Coombe Ottery Advertiser. Eventually I tracked them down to a small in...ustrial estate on the edge of town.“Hi,” I said to the receptionist, “is this where the Coombe Ottery Advertiser is printed?”“No,” she replied. “This is the office the local reporters work from but most of the work, including the telephone services and the printing, are based in Bristol.”“Would it be possible to speak to a reporter?”“I think. We did not speak a word; we were both too deep in thought. In the end I left her as I hopped into a cab. She stood in her ultra high heels and fur coat, drawing deeply on the cigarette and puffing the blue smoke into the fresh night air.Jeans and a fur coat indeed!Flash trash with a stash! But, I had to admit that despite my reservations I liked her. In fact I felt some strange gravitational force pulling me towards her orbit. Maybe more.She was direct, she did not flaunt, she just was. Monique. My groans ring out. My breasts feel as if they're both fire and ice. I feel my pussy twitching beneath my cupped palm. My knickers are saturated and all I can think of is you wrapping your arms around me, telling me you love me, that the job isn't forever, that we'll figure something out so we can be together more often. And I know you're right as my body and mind float and swirl on an oxytocin high. As the room eventually takes shape again I begin to focus on the LCD and the red dot signifying. We used to have lots of fun mocking each others personality, I never had lust for her, I always adored her beauty but never gave compliments to her, instead I used to make fun of her personality, which made her feel that I m different to others as everyone used to give her fake compliments so that they can get close to her and I used to be very genuine with her, which she liked. Once our friend group planned to watch a movie together, so I happen to sit next to her she touched my lap while.