Bob, the branch head teller, Jan, an attractive and competent commercial teller, and Dorothy said they would pick me up after supper. Jan and Dorothy ...ere close friends. It was a Friday night but my wife, Constance, and I had nothing planned, and Constance and I agreed that my participation in branch social activities would be good ‘career manners’. When I heard Bob honk his car horn I gave Constance our usual goodbye peck on the cheek and told her I had no idea how late I might be. I joined. "Come on Lilly, you have to hurry up! It is almost 8:10 AM. You are not going to make it"It was Megan banging at the door, she wanted to keep Lilly out of balance and she wanted to keep her away from masturbation as much as she could. She wanted her horny and unsatisfied."OK, I am coming out soon".She quickly entered the shower and was just finishing rising her hair when Megan opened the bathroom door and said, here are your clothes. I'll wait for you so we can go to work together." That's not. Hecould have witnessed my display the past week? Now I was so ashamed.Could he have seen my little clitty from across the yards?After crying again, I considered his note and re-read it. Was I readingsomething between the lines? 'His new woman'? 'you are or WERE'? I wasso unhinged I got a glass of white wine even though it was only 2pm.I needed the afternoon to think of how to see him. He worked in midtownso at 6pm I walked to his address to await his return on the steps ofhis Brownstone. This. From what I could see, the village may have once been the site of a communal farm. What appeared to be well-built stone houses lined one side of the road. It was evident that they were falling into decline. From the size of the buildings, I would guess that it was once a government operation.Ivan stopped in front of a small house and again asked me to wait. It was a very difficult thing for me to do, but I figured it might be a good idea to defer to his knowledge of the villagers.I eagerly.