”She had to advise herself that her imagination had him slowing his pace as he came close, and those blue eyes lingered over her face. Wishful think...ng. Yet there was always that familiar stirring low down whenever he passed.Then, after three weeks, came that fateful evening when the company held a party to celebrate thirty years of successful publishing. The whole staff were invited, balloons and paper decorations festooned the dining hall, and Kitty shared much laughter and careless wine. This didn’t seem to bother the 40 year old woman one bit. She just looked at both of us and continued:- I'll have to wash your intimate areas now. I see you are both very aroused, as is normal for your age. I have to take make sure your peepees are thoroughly washed, so don’t get any ideas. Try to think about something else, look at the ceiling, anything that does not produce a sexual discharge.- Yes, ma'am, Flavius said, his eyes on the ceiling and his hands limb along his black body. However,. I wantit noted in the record. I don't like it at all."The man in the black suit is standing against the railing of theboardwalk, his back to the colorless ocean, which lies flat and dullbehind him, like a razor blade used too many times. He puts the cigarettecase back into the breast pocket of his black suit, returns the light tothe pocket of his black pants, and folds his arms, looking down at MaryPat with a false benevolence."We understand," he says, as if speaking for the majority of people. "It's perfect," I tell her, and look up in time not to be caught looking at her ass. By the way she smiles at me, I'm not sure I got away with it: half mischievous, half surprised."Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asks, her brown eyes sparkling.YES! My brain yells, but my mouth forms different words. "Not unless you know a really good decorator. We've got a lot more room to fill." Was that a look of disappointment in her eyes? "We are having a housewarming party tonight, and would.