.. hopefully our pursuers haven’t seen us and won’t realise the trap till the women of the Atalanta arrive. She knew they were coming, but not whe...e they were, and scanned the misty skies for signs or sounds of aerial craft, but there were none ... Zeeta was intent on having her sport, despite the reservations of her friends Skara and Avra. Trellis shivered again as the boats with their twenty or so occupants each, bucked on the thankfully gentle waves, and the land behind them disappeared in. I had, of course, built a mental image of her nakedness and I often masturbated whilst picturing us making love. Alas, only in my dreams!We got on very well. She was always friendly and smiling, we would talk and joke, but the subject never strayed onto a sexual theme. I occasionally thought that a look or a smile that she gave me was hiding a more amorous meaning, but I am hopeless at reading situations like that.The day it all changed was when we were alone in the office, our desks arranged. "Sorry!" She quickly says as she brushes against someone in the crowd, she waits briefly for a response but the man rudely ignores her.With a deep breath Mary pushes on through the crowd, a train whistle reminds her of how late she is."Oh no- oh no no no!" she exclaims as she quickens her pace, moving as quickly as she can whilst dragging her oversized suitcase behind her.The train suddenly begins moving as Mary stares at it wide-eyed, she can't miss this! With a cry of determination Mary picks. He was a great help at our parties, serving drinks and cleaning up afterward. I thought that Rog might be gay but he had never given any indication to me, or if Walt knew he never said anything. Rog had never made a direct pass at me but there were the compliments and subtle remarks. I took this as complimentary and got a small thrill from them. One Saturday night after a day on the water with the boat and a party for a few friends, my husband Walt, loaded the music with many of the slow dance.