What was I supposed to do. I looked. She saw. She turned and looked right into my eyes. Smiled and leaned back again. She said how she had been to goa...years ago and how much fun it was. She then talked about how when she was her idiot husband did this and that. What was going on here? She was talking bad about her husband? Interesting. She gave the picture back and we chatted some more about different things and then she went back to her desk but gave me that look. That certain, flirty look.. Emma the small woman also asked me to call round and see her.The other two was invites to parties two weeks ahead. I had never heard of these two women, so I decided to ask Joyce who they were. Joyce even in the short time I have known her, I accepted as my counsellor, there was no strings attached to our relationship and she seemed genuinely interested in my welfare.She answered the telephone after a few rings. "Oh Sam I'm still sore, a lovely sore too, Oh I really enjoyed your company on. She took a swig.“Not bad. Is it strong? Tastes it.” “Nice taste and strong.”“Mmm. “ Amber smiled naughtily, ”And nice sized bottle to.”“What ever do you mean wench?”“Oh not what your thinking, you naughty man.” She said but her smile said opposite.Later when we were getting heated she would glance to the empty bottle. Within moments it would be rubbing her pussy. In future conversations shed say that her, “liking for a bit of bottle” had been ALL my idea and deny what had happened.But there is. The old folks in the audience would see what they remembered. The younger crowd would be there to see a line of naked young men and women. And that thought brought her back to her main worry, her naked body in all its floodlit glory on display for all the world, live, naked and standing there for a full 30 seconds, utterly exposed and, to her mind, completely humiliated. Such was her lack of self-esteem about her body.Was it no wonder at the end of Act I before a packed opening night house that.