. . I took a big gulp of my Scotch. FRIDAY The bishop’s car arrived at ten o-clock, a black Peugot pulled up to the curb and deposited father and d...ughter. Bishop Delacroix was a short, portly man with a red face, huge nose and straggly, white hair that he wore combed over. Violette Delacroix wore a teal Laurent original with a V neck and slit skirt over black, four inch heels. A tall extremely thin woman, her mousy hair was swept up in an elegant coif, and her pale skin was almost ivory. Her. He was a major cockhound and he knew where to find all of the high-grade pussy; from the young mothers to the female teachers at the school.Rumor had it that he had an adequate trust from his parents and considered Janet’s school to be his happy hunting grounds. Rumor ALSO had it that he had been responsible for the break-up of Rose Winsock’s marriage the year before. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Janet.I thought, “I might as well find out, right here and now, just how screwed I am.” So I. And then therewas - I'd be more than willing to bet - her obviously damp andprobably inviting pussy just waiting for some man to come along.Even as I continued staring at her, I began wondering what was wrongwith me. I didn't want to keep staring at that gorgeous body of hers,but, at the same time, I just couldn't bear the thought of turning myeyes away from her... or him... whatever.I was so confused. I wanted her; I wanted her badly. If only Ihadn't been cursed to see her change from that man. ”“I bought a new tennis outfit today too and I can hardly wait to wear it for you.”“I like the way you make a pair of jeans fit your body without even a wrinkle. I really like the way you look with those black bike riding clothes on too.”“Bob, whether you know this or not, you really do have a nice ass for a man of forty-eight!”“So, we’ve suddenly advanced to the point of us admiring asses?”“Yes, and I got a good look at your naked ass before we pulled those tight spandex shorts up. Very nice,.