Harriet handed her an envelope. "The day after he died Mark wrote this to me and I'd like you to see it."Dear Mrs Richardson,I am so sad about Nichola...'s death. You and Mr Richardson must be even sadder and I am very sorry for you. It is strange that a loving God should take away someone like him. I talked to my mother about it and she says she does not know the answer.My father says real friendships never die. Nicholas will be my friend for ever. I hope I can go on being friends with you and. ‘I’m Clarice.’ ‘Clarice?’ He looked amused. ‘No Hannibal jokes please.’ ‘You get them a lot?’ ‘Far to much.’ I grinned. He smiled and looked away. I excused myself to go help a customer and he left. I thought nothing more of it until later that day when my colleague decided to tell my boss that he liked me. ‘What do you mean?!’ I asked, shocked. ‘He’s after you.’ My colleague – Jim – said. ‘ Can’t you tell?’ I shook my head numbly. ‘He’s been past at least six times today and he’s always. He has a bottle of oil close by, fills his hands with it, then anoints her arse with it, while he fondles her arse cheeks which Bec is obviously enjoying. I am very aroused as he slowly eases his erection into Bec as she gasps, “Make it good for me baby, it seems weeks since I had a cock in me, especially one as good as yours. And baby you are hung and thick.“Come around here and kiss me Sarah while your man is fucking me.“So good Sarah, so fucking good,” Bec tells me as we tongue kiss and I. I wore basic makeup, just a little mascara and foundation, and under the ironing boardwere my rubber soled clogs. I looked like any other housekeeper from thehotel that I worked for, but I wasn't a housekeeper, I was thehospitality manager (bar manager) and I wasn't a girl, I was DavidJensen. Ben's best friend since high school and very much a guy.My body was able to move, so I scurried over and picked up my shoes."Let me go change and I will explain, this is not what you think," I saidand.