Only pride! I was very surprised to see Mr. Washington’s wife there when we entered the apartment. She just sneered at me and said to her husband, �...�Don’t make a bloody mess in the bedroom with this whore like you did the last one. I just changed the sheets!’ And then she mumbled something about white women, but I couldn’t catch it. Mr. Washington just ignored her (what a bitch!) and once we got to the bedroom, he didn’t waste a second. He was already half hard when he lowered his pants, and I. “Quite. And still you didn’t recognise me!” She had a very superior smile on her plainly unadorned face. “But I had your ticket.”“I know, and I pointed you out to the ticket man at the barrier that you had my ticket and I wanted to sneak up to you, and he cheerfully waved me through.”“All right, all right. You certainly fooled me,” I smiled as I stretched up to put my battered brown leather briefcase into the overhead luggage rack.“Would you mind?” she asked, holding up her valise.I shook my. We were just going over a few last details.’ I stammered out. ‘I’ll just bet you were.’ She sounded unconvinced, but let me go, telling me to see her after breakfast. ‘Yes, Sister,’ I replied. Now what am I going to do? I will have to tell Jessica what happened, so we can get our stories straight. Thoughts of our wonderful morning together flooded my mind, and all thoughts of Sister Augustine vanished. I slowly turned the knob on my door, hoping not to wake up Jennifer. I tiptoed in quietly,. Looking at them for a second time I realized that they were not the cheap nylon kind that I was used to seeing. These were very sheer and they may have been made of real silk too.Sylvia stood up and walked over to me. She took the stockings from me and walked back into the middle of her bedroom. She untied the sash to her beautiful robe and opened it up. Underneath her robe Sylvia was wearing a see through teddy that was red. It had a furry white collar around her neck and also around the.