Then came a Saturday that changed everything. Miles was away at an estate agents conference, so I took Dee shopping and then to the tennis club. When ...ee wanted some new lingerie I made the appropriate noises as she looked through conventional bra and knickers sets in white. Ten years ago, when I was her age, I had long been encouraged by Miles to ensure that, no matter how soberly dressed I might appear at work or at a dinner party, underneath I was always silky and racy. In the changing room. Be that as it may, Bubba and I have been having a running dispute over his operating procedures for years: I shout at Bubba, shoot the bird at Bubba, I slam my poor old sailboat’s transmission into reverse and throw the tiller over and just miss the closing bridge by inches and look up in time to see Bubba pointing at me and laughing his ass off. It’s a tiring ritual primarily because I always lose. On the day in question — and it was a nice clear December day, by the way — it was nearing. So I decided to hit the gym. He said its is not advisable to work out with wet clothes and gave a change over dress. But given our differences in size, I could not fit into any of his clothes. Luckily there was a large shorts left by someone and it was still so tight to my size. I reluctantly wore it but none of the t shirts could fit my size.He said I can still work out since no one was there and he had closed the door of the gym. He usually does that by the time I go and I used to enter. Out of sight of the paying customers. They didn’t want to add tension around the customers. Relaxed customers pay more money.Angel headed out to the main floor of the club and around to the other side of the stage, and down the hall towards the restrooms.“Hey there sexy slut.”She felt a hand slap her ass pretty hard. She turned quickly, one arm swinging, hoping to swat the man across the face, but he had stepped back just in time.“Don’t touch me.”He laughed and stepped towards her, grabbing.