She wasn’t sure how to proceed, but she couldn’t just sit in the bathroom all afternoon. Patricia realized that her clothes were still soaking we... and she quickly removed them, toweled dry, and then slipped into the robe that she kept hanging on the shower door. She took a deep breath and them opened the door and headed back to the living room. When she entered the room she saw that Charles and Joe were standing in the middle of the room. She saw that they had removed their shoes and placed. It was all I could do to stop myself jumping on her right there at the breakfast table. But, obediently, I did as she said. I waited for her in a taxi outside the house later that night. At 10pm exactly she left the house, opened the taxi door and slid in. I was speechless – she was wearing a tiny little black cocktail dress, so short that when she sat down it seemed to ride almost right up to her ass, exposing her long, toned, tanned thighs, and killer stiletto heels. Her long hair was tied up. ‘I think that the client, Caroline, will be down at the week-end, maybe you could find an hour or so to come over and show her yourself?’ I suggested, ‘I shall be working here most of Saturday and Sunday anyway.’ I had brought her a box of plant catalogues and illustrated gardening books for research into visual images of plants not yet in bloom and helped her load them into her car, a bright orange, VW Beetle, about ten years old but obviously well loved and cared for, I had never seen her car. ”I nodded my head. “Luckily, someone close to me talked me down.”“Oh, really,” Adelia asked. “It couldn’t be your pretty wife, Sharron, since she wasn’t even born yet.”I glanced at my wife watching from off stage smiled at her. Then I said, “It was...”September 15th, 2018The stadium thundered with sound. I could hear it bleeding through the concrete walls into the bowels of the sports complex. I trembled, hiding in an alcove of the building. I couldn’t do this. It was too much. My phone beeped.