It was a hunger that I have never felt before. “Um, I- uh- I got them from Victoria Secret,” I stammered. God, I couldn't think with her breath so...hot on my skin and her mouth so close to my pussy. “Maybe we could go shopping tomorrow and get me a set like that,” she said. As she stood to toss my clothes into the washing machine, she slipped and reached out for me. I grabbed onto her arm and tried to steady myself. With the olive oil all over the place, we both slid to the floor. My clothes. ." She didn't let me finish, to explain how I was getting toknow people at film festivals, cable channels, the kind of people whocould get the film seen. How I could do more good for Rachel and womenthat way.Instead, she smirked. "I'm so glad we sent you to film school then,"and then picked up her pace."I'll pay you back," I snapped, matching her stride for stride."That's not what this is about and you know it, Rebecca. You believedin that project and then, after one meeting, one party, you. Rachel would have been terrified if she had been driving, and was now absolutely sure she could never have got home, but Mr Mayfield guffawed and said what an adventure it was, and Mrs Mayfield just smiled and confided that he was as mad as a hatter.The vicarage was an old stone building nestled in a grove of gnarled and twisted oaks next to an even older church with a squat square tower that looked as if it could survive until the end of time. Once Mr Mayfield had closed the thick oak front. She got up reluctantly, her face bright red and went up there. There were two other women and three men, Ken was talking to them and doing something with his hands, they all appeared to be sleepy, then he said something in the ear of each one as he went down the line. The man on the end held up his arms and shouted out that he was the ‘King of the World’ then he began to do jumping jacks. The crowd was laughing, the next man starting flapping his arms and crowing, the last one was on his hands.