”“Have you talked to Becky?”“Every few weeks, but honestly, I don’t see anything coming of that. She has two more years to get her Bachelor�...�s, then two years of graduate school, and she has to go to school in Michigan for her grandparents to afford it. We just can’t see each other often enough.”“Your dad will be very disappointed.”I shrugged, “Tell me something which matters to my decision in that regard. What’s he going to say about Kimiko?”“The Japanese girl you’re seeing? Who knows? Your. "That was fine," she sighed, "monstrous fine. Now you'd best get back to your chores." She lay spread across the quilts of her big, high bed with its carved headboard, knees raised, her dark hair fan-like beneath her."Really," she moaned as I continued, snorting with passionate effort, sure I could come again with another score of thrusts, "the mister will be back directly and the cook's here now. Save some for Monday." She pushed on my chest with both hands, and I reluctantly withdrew. We had. I really liked Becca a whole lot, and I felt that we could both benefit from this idea. If it worked I had a fair amount of confidence that I could get Becca other commissions if she wanted them, I was sure that Georgia Craven would really go for the idea and I needed to visit her next week anyway. When I got back to the office I walked into a storm of cat calls and whistles from Maggie, Emma and Jack. Maggie made a show of looking at her watch, ‘Three hours with Ms. Caroline Thunder-Thighs,. I’ve no doubt she’s a phenomenal shag, far too much for her husband these days I’m sure, who’s oblivious to what’s going on, somewhere back there. But she can be a sharp-tongued bitch too and I know she has a hell of a temper on her. All in all, too much to handle for most, but as I said, those who can are in for a treat, even if they pay for it later!They’re whispering words to each other that I can’t make out and giggling together, like two schoolc***dren who’ve just nipped behind the bike.