"You don't want her, that's the thing. Ten's the bid."The girl studied her toes, and her father looked around, seemingly baffled."A quid," I said. "Si...ver." I had a good bit of money that I had collected here and there or won, probably five or six pounds."Ten pounds, Virginia," said the whoremonger, looking at me with narrowed eyes."A sovereign, a gold sovereign." I said, holding up the glittering coin, the only one I had ever held. I could not recall which dead Brit I had taken it from, but it. When I knocked on her apartment door, I heard someone inside stirring and she came over and looked through the peephole. I heard her softly say “just a minute” and then the door was unlocked, and she opened it a crack to look out. She apologized and then opened the door to let me come in. She was wearing her bikini bathing suit. As I stepped inside to speak with her, I could not take my eyes off her mature, large tits and those jiggly thighs. She sat across from me, her leg was bent over her. Thanks though.”The bartender nodded and headed back to the bar.“Well, after this the libations come to and end and I will be back on the wagon until I’m on the podium again,” I said. I took a drink and put my glass down. “So, what brings you here? I heard you were interning at some community access cable channel.”“ESPN isn’t community access. And not interning. Senior aquatics correspondent.”“That’s a thing?”Derek nodded.“Nobody else gets it. Swimming, diving, water polo. It’s what I get for. ”“She does wonderful work,” Marguerite told her maidservant. “She is meticulous and wishes the dresses to fit me properly. Plus, she shows me new ideas, and we spend time gossiping. Don’t begrudge me this indulgence. I get so bored in the castle, listening to Lady Nicole.”“Very well, my Lady,” Penny said with a smile. She cared greatly for her mistress and didn’t mind keeping her secret.A bell sounded as Marguerite entered the shop, and the seamstress stepped out from the back room. “Lady de.