Pamela was a woman that I could love forever.Standing there in my office totally nude she asked me, “Would you like to fuck me?”She didn’t have ...o ask me twice, “Yes. Lock the door while I get undressed.”Pamela said, “It’s already locked. Do you think that I’d be standing here like this if it weren’t?”I replied, “I don’t know.”Pamela smiled and said, “Look I’m fucking pissed at my husband right now and you have been on my radar for quite sometime. I practically threw myself at you. Fuck that, I. He emailed again, asking what the matter was. Again, no reply. It was so unlike Kevin. Aidan gave up, he was not going round to Kevin’s place if he wasn’t answering his mails.The induction period for the new staff meant that Vicky and he were working all the hours God sent for the next six weeks, and the others, as they had been appointed, were doing overtime as well. It was not until the end of July that they drew breath and everything settled down. The weather had been largely sunny for most. I had agreed to take someone to Weltingham, a journey of three days of solid travel. What the fuck was I thinking?I wondered whether I could sneak away before realising that it was probably a bad idea. I had spent three and a half years building a reputation of a sex obsessed rogue who was excellent at fighting, but who always met his commitments. I had agreed to do this so I couldn't run away. Why the fuck did I get so drunk?At least I didn't have a hangover.Bitching to myself under my breath. ” “That sounds interesting... but why?” “Would it help if I said I thought you were cute? I think I know you want to wear it, deep down inside, you’re curious.” I felt totally confused, but pleased she thought I was cute, at least... “Um, still sounds like a strange deal...” “Look, just swap with me now, see how it feels, then we can talk about it.” I looked down at her. Her pert chest still visible through the black fabric, her strong thighs visible under the high leg line, her slim tummy.