"I wandered into the dayroom and up to Julia who reached out and took my hand when she saw me and smiled. No words, just the most beautiful smile that...melted my heart and reminded me of better days.Laura, Jennifer and Debby had come in the room and just stopped, amazed at the beam on Julia's face, then rushed up to hug us all."Just seen Bill and the team," said Laura, "Looks like they had some fun."I explained what had happened and they all looked at my ribs."I expect Mother is not going to be. My cock went hard and I thought for a moment about picking them up to take a sniff, just before Lesley came bursting through the door. I held my bag in front of my throbbing cock, pretending to rummage through it and acting oblivious to the thong I had just seen. She quickly shoved her washing into the machine and apologised before leaving me to get changed. For the rest of the day all I could think of was Lesley in that purple lace thong, how her perfect round ass would look so good in it and. I didn’t know them and could barely remember their names. Sandy was helping me, feeding me names as women came up to me, like a brilliant aide to an unctuous politician. The irony was: this was a skill I would need to master to succeed in my hoped-for business. It was bad business not to ‘remember’ who somebody was or who they were related to or what they did or what they espoused. I didn’t have to agree, but it was essential that I remember. There was another amusing irony. There was one. "Craig Miller took her hand. "Engineers are two a penny," he said smiling warmly. "A good violinist is invaluable. You must surely have met my wife, Norma. She's a cellist with the LPO." I ... I don't know," stammered Sally slightly overwhelmed by the warmth of her reception. "I don't really know the rest of the orchestra outside the violins but I'm sure I'd recognise her by sight."Never letting go of her hand Craig led her over to a tiny woman in her fifties. Sally recognised her immediately..