“Here you go”“Thanks”As I ate the bread Jenny acted as if she was real hot. She took off her jogging jacket“It’s hot in here” she grinne...She had on a jogging bra underneath.As I ate she also took off her jogging pants. She has great legs. She was wearing the new style running shorts that are real short. What pretty little wifeWhen I finished she grabbed my plate and washed it in the sink. As she came back to the table she moved past her chair and sat on my lap“Derek, it must be difficult for. Continuing higher, admiring the black satin bustier that fitted her trim waist perfectly and accentuated her full, but not large, breasts and trimmed with black lace and then... the face! What a face! So pretty and perfect and made up with black eye liner and mascara and dark, dark red lipstick covering her perfect lips. Her eyes were deep brown, black almost, and smouldering as they watched the Baristas looking at her as she approached. This amazing vision was crowned with a mass of jet. But I was jealous! Silly I know, but I was thirty years of age, and for some time I’d been hoping to meet that special girl, and here he was, perhaps, my pal Tim having beat me too it. Jumping the gun a bit of course, but the girl just had that look about her. Sort of girl next door, albeit prettier than any girl I’d ever had as a next-door neighbour. ‘Go for it Tim,’ I repeated, trying my best to sound enthusiastic for him. No. Seriously. He was my pal and I was happy for him. Absolutely!. .. yes we can do something here."David knew that he had been expected. That it was routine. Thefeeling of being an inanimate object swept over him.The chair tilted back. "Hold still Sophie dear." He felt soft handson each side of his head, and then a gave an involuntary start asthe first hair went from his eyebrow.He knew he should stop them, should resist. He could not summon thewill though. He had agreed. And if he went back on his promise whatwould it mean for the others who had pleaded with.