She drug her fingers from button to button and felt him shiver at her touch. He started to move in response to her touch.After she had his shirt unbut...oned, she laid it wide open, exposing his chest. She left his undershorts on for the time being. She had plans for those for later. She stood up to look at him, trying to make him feel uncomfortable wondering what she had planned.When she left the room, he tried in vain to get loose, but she knew her knots. He was not going anywhere. He looked up. Well, of course that wasn’t what nearly stopped me in my tracks, but rather it was the fact that she was wearing a semi-transparent, knee-length nightdress which clearly showed off the fact that she was only wearing a pair of thin briefs under it, which meant that if she turned round I would be able to see her unencumbered breasts. Now of course I had seen breasts on numerous occasions in the past, both real and pictorial, but this would be the first time that I had seen those belonging to the. "She wasn'tjudging us. She was jealous," Natasha said. It was a quick five-minuteride to the restaurant. Natasha held onto my hand the entire way.The ma?tre-de greeted us warmly. "Welcome back, Miss Natasha. We'realways glad to see you again." He led us to a table in the back of therestaurant, screened off from the hustle and bustle. The place waspacked. I'd never eaten here, but it was on all the local best restaurantlists. A waiter brought a bottle of wine, showed Natasha the label, andpoured. "Where do you live?" Burbank." Can I stay with you a few days? I mean...." She swallowed hard, her eyeswide, her lips trembling. I must have blinked but it felt like I just stared at her. "Folks turn you downon coming back?" Something like that."A sad little answer. I hesitated to tell her no, she seemed likely to breakinto a million pieces. Cry at the very least. But how could I say yes?I changed tactics. "Who's George?"She wobbled as if the world had moved underneath her, then she took adeep.