That's how I arrived at the back door of the restaurant at 2230 hrs (10:30 PM).I had been there many times before and I knew that someone would open w...en I knocked.I knocked and Marie Rochard (Who with her husband, Gilbert owned the restaurant) opened the door. Her jaw practically hit the floor. "TERRANCE ... what..." She threw herself at me taking me in her arms and hugging me to her more than ample breasts.She whispered in her lovely French accent, "Hush; come with me."She led me by the hand. I know because almost all the other servants know. As for me? At the Christmas dinner my engagement and the name of my fiancée will be announced. She might not be too pleased if she finds out I’ve been very effectively tied up and comprehensively kissed by Ellen. He might not be too pleased either, so can we remain friends, share a teapot — after you have untied me? That is, if you trust me now?’ ‘Of course I do. I should never have doubted you, Simon,’ I said as I finally untied the apron’s. She told me no because I was not good at applying the lotion. She then asked if Jamel could apply some on her. I told her sure why not.Jamel came over and started to rub her down. He took off his shirt where he only had on a bathing suit. Jamel was coal black thin but he had some muscular tone to his skinny body. His fingers were very long.He rubbed her back making sure to run his long black fingers between her legs. Karen rolled over to lay on her back. Jamal just took it upon himself to. "The rest of the drive back to Frogmorton was permeated with the fits and starts of unfulfilled conversations from both sides. However, Two kept interrupting with glad cries of joy. She was excited."Oh, boy oh, boy oh, boy. Oh! I peed my panties," she exclaimed. "UhOh ... farted, too."The remainder of the trip was completed with the front vent windows and rear windows open ... all the way.Seems Jack is always going to be in the shit.Home looked empty. The machine-guns were gone, the yard full.