‘Gonna shower?’ ‘Yea, didn’t think you’d be home this early.’ ‘Long day. They let me go since I looked like I was about to wrap an elect...ical cord around someone’s neck.’ ‘Oh. Shower together?’ ‘Sure,’ I sigh, knowing all to well that entails me standing in the back while she hogs all the hot water, and soaping her as appropriate. And when it’s my turn, not having much hot water at all. So I strip, and follow her into the shower. She turns on the water, and kisses me. Not the coy ‘welcome home’. I clambered over her and awkwardly got into my bag, nestling in and laying on my side facing her back. Within a few minutes, she sat up, facing her feet. "I'm too hot," she said. Crossing her arms to opposite sides at her waist, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, her hair falling down over her shoulders as she tossed it on to the floor. She hadn't turned away. I stared at her tits as they slowly bounced to a standstill, the nipples jutting out in the. Most of the income is small beer, yet they maintain offices in the City of London and pay out inflated salaries to the directors and family members, plus buying their properties, cars, etc.”“Which means?”“They either have a secret goldmine hidden away, or they have a second set of books showing who the real customers are, a set of accounts that’s not accessible online.”“And these are bad guys?”“Yeah, either money laundering for organised crime, prostitution, protection money, online gambling,. “No need,” David answered, “I expect I would be quicker than you,” as he took off his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor.“Yes, but I might be more interesting,” Gillian countered as she rubbed her breasts on his shirt while her hands were busy inside his underpants.“And there I thought you were a shy little good girl.”“I’m not shy with people I know ... intimately,” she responded, “and I thought ‘good’ had disappeared at your house last Monday.”They coupled in the missionary position.