You’re a free woman, Baby. Feel free to do whatever you need to do. Don’t mind me. I’ll be leaving in the morning.”She said, “Robbie, it’s...not what you think. I ... I just met Martin here early in the week. He’s been someone to talk too. Nothing more.“Well, Honey, I think your Boy Toy there would beg to differ. From what I’ve seen the last couple of days, he’s doing his best to get into your panties. Melinda, you don’t have to justify anything to me. Who knows, maybe I’ll find someone to talk. Hed probably panic and insist on picking me up himself and then hed see how i was dressed and id be in big trouble .I could find a taxi rank and get a taxi to kellys .. shed have my handbag so i could pay the fare when i got there .. I decided to find a taxi .. i could tell it was getting late becauce the town was quieting down .. and the reverlers where thinning out .. id have to be quick .. i could vaugely remember a taxi place at the far end of the highstreet .. it was quite a long walk so i. (I distinctly remember the elasticated garters that held them up) and apair of red children's high heeled shoes that she had had in a dressingup box when she was a girl.I felt odd, embarrassed and awful as she forced me twirl and parade aboutfor her and then to my utmost horror, when she was satisfied she draggedme back downstairs to show my Mum.Mum laughed out loud when she saw me, then she actually told my sistershe had done well.Mum turned to me smiling broadly and I remember she said, "You. Just make sure you look after Claire.” “Of course,” he still looked terrified, “Tim…” he began. “Shhhh. Later! Go back to sleep.” Rising from the bed, I pulled the duvet over my wife’s spent body and went downstairs where the kids were awake and taking advantage of their mother’s absence by watching cartoons – something Claire strongly disapproved of. I smiled and went into the kitchen. Half an hour later our younger daughter joined me at the table. “Where’s mummy?” she asked, climbing onto.