She wasn’t enjoying being at home, that’s why she had taken the job. Because her and David were friends the conversation came around to sex and ba...ically although she loved her husband she wasn’t getting enough sex. Later that night after 11pm when she finished her shift she went upstairs to have a bath, it was okay because there wasn’t any volunteers right now and in fact she had lied to her husband , it wasn’t a sl**pover, she had just arranged with David to stay upstairs because she didn’t. When we’d finished discussing how well we both was, I eyed her upwards and downwards. Tufty had a tan top on. When I say ‘tan top’ I refer to her t-shirt not her skin. The top she wore was a tan colour. That is not to say she was not tanned; in fact she had a fine tan. It would be more correct to say she had a tan top on top of her tan. Also her bosom was only partly tanned. She had white bits and I remember those well.On both feet she wore sandley things with a strap that fastened over her. Moe glanced at the girl. Her eyes were open and watching him. ‘You’re going to be fine, Danja,’ he said. ‘I know someone who can take care of you.’ ‘What is your name?’ Her voice was soft and weak like a newborn puppy – the runt of the litter – and thick with an accent. ‘Moe. Moe Gafferson.’ Her eyelids fluttered. ‘You are the private detective who was hurt when Peter was killed, are you not?’ There were a thousand questions Moe wanted to ask, and he would have waited, but if the puppy wanted. “And I think I would like it if you called me Marian. All of this Milady this and Milady that seems somewhat out of place.”“As you wish, Milady.” the chubby Friar grinned as he pointed out the footpath down to the stream.Leaving the jolly Friar behind her, Marian made her way down the trail. She stopped at the waters edge and turned about to see if she was truly alone. Up on the ridge, she could see the back of Friar Tuck as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, guarding her privacy.Sitting down on a.