I wasn’t really listening to them. A rather pretty waitress was making her way around the tables with a dessert tray. My eyes were focussed on the y...ung woman’s shapely bottom as she leaned over tables. Her slacks fit her very well. Apparently, my new friends were getting into quite an argument. I suggested that perhaps the wine was stronger at sea and maybe everyone could do with a little dancing, now that dinner was finished. Cooler heads seemed to prevail. Or maybe no one wanted to hold a. She walked over towards Dirk, telling him he could sit wherever he wanted, giving him a little wink as she walked by and back to the kitchen.Dirk gave Evelyn a second look as she walked past, before glancing over at me, seeming a bit confused. I gestured for him to join me, and the well built young man took a seat across from me. We exchanged pleasantries and hit it off pretty well right away, carrying on more like friends than secret lovers. Evelyn came back and poured him a coffee, and we sat. She guided him through the City of Birmingham and pointed out what sights the industrial city had to offer in 1959. The rows of tenement buildings on the outskirts were grimy and desolate and large factories still belched smoke from deserted boiler rooms. There was no activity at all, as they threaded their way through the centre, and onto the road to nearby Wolverhampton. At last, after an hour's driving, they arrived at the peaceful, middle class street called 'Chester Road.'Mischa woke with. Her mouth was still full of the taste of cock and cum, but somehow that didn’t bother her at all. When she was done, the strange woman led her back through the house. Jeanette paused outside the bedroom door, surprised to see that it was empty and the bed immaculately made, as if nothing had happened there.“Where’s Geoff?” she asked. “Where’s… his wife?”“Having dinner,” the woman replied.Jeanette didn’t understand how they could be having dinner so soon after… all that had gone on, but somehow.