Probably subconsciously. I sat there miserable, angry and myself, angry at Rachel, and worried she might not be okay. Around nine thirty I finally cau...ht sight of Rachel’s unmistakable sexy silhouette coming down the green carpeted stairs from the entrance above. I felt such a strong sense of relief I nearly pissed myself. At least I knew she was okay. Rachel walked toward the bar, and me, with the languid gait of someone with a really good buzz. When she spotted me, my wife favored me with a. The next thing she knew, she was being held firmly in David’s arms as she seethed in her attempt to strike out. She had to have made a rush for him, but she didn’t remember. ‘Huh? Mr. Big Man? Is that what you call it? Is that what you tell yourself when you remember what happened?’ Jeremy raised his voice, ‘You’re startin to get on my nerves, now,’ as if she were some bad little girl. ‘Answer the question. Were we lovers?’ ‘I don’t need this,’ he shook his head at her as if she’d gone crazy.. This time she sighed."I think it's time I got undressed too, don't you?" I asked."Oh God, yes! Let me."She slowly loosened my tie and took it off over my head. Then, very methodically she undid my shirt buttons, pulled it out of my trousers and rolled it off my shoulders. Next, very gently but very deliberately she kissed me on the lips and ran her tongue over them. After that she licked softly along my jaw line before moving to my chest. She ran her hands gently over all of it and then started. I told her my name and kissed some more, working on her skirt buttons as I did. Her swelling bubbies were large, firm and warm. She wore no stays. That was very odd in those days."I'm not goin' to roger you," she said, pulling away and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're big as a horse and ugly as sin. And you ain't shaved for a week and smell like a cess pool. What do you think I am?" The room had two dormer windows and despite the dark, wet night our eyes had adjusted to the dim,.