I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see... I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so. Her eyebrows knotted and she frowned. "Sir?" she said. Then she took a deep breath, turned to the black girl and said, "May, go back to the house. We'll shop later."I offered her my arm and she ignored it, thin-lipped."How did you find me?" she demanded, her color rising."You can't hide beauty," I said."Blather, such blather," she said, lifting her chin and looking me up and down as one might examine a farm animal at a fair."I need to talk to you," I said."Not in public," she replied. "Let's go. Does that appealto you?" "That sounds great Carol, really great. Thanks you." "First though, there is the little matter of your spanking and hereI must warn you that I can be very cruel when I get a helpless girl or boyto thrash. I shan't spare your arse Judy. It will be tender for several days.You said you couldn't do what you wanted to yourself, now you can find outwhat it is really like to feel the strap bite into your soft flesh. You willbe fastened down so you can do nothing to stop me. "No. Just trying to keep fit," I said. I was just happy I wasn'twheezing."Oh tell me about it." She put her hand on my arm. Just two girlssharing. "I thought all those stairs would have been the perfect cardiowork out but," she grabs at her entirely imagined love handles, "I guesssnacking at my desk doesn't help."I spent five minutes talking to the girl, Hannah. She and her boyfriendonly moved to London last weekend, she had studied Creative Writing atEast Anglia. It seemed like we had a bond..