What made me suspicious? Well, a little of everything. Her sexiest dress, her best bag, her heels, all ofr coffee with a girlfriend. Her nervousness a... she fidgeted with her bag as though she had lost something important and had to concentrate so she could avoid looking me in the eye. Her perfume wafted at me in the air too, she did not ordianrily wear for coffee rendezvous with girlfriends......But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around. I could hear her in the shower. I started to undress.The shower went off and I could hear Debby drying herself. I was pulling my pants off when she came out of the bathroom. She was naked, her body glistening from the remaining moisture. She was still drying her hair as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a long, shapeless flannel nightgown and began to pull it over her head.Damn, but she still looked as good as the day we met. Average height, five-five. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist,. He was the same guy we had been going to since I was a baby. This is almost 20 or so odd years. I took a half day from work since I was not feeling too well and got on the tube and the bus; then I walked for another 5 minutes or so and finally managed to walk in to his clinic. It was close to my house but at the other end so had to travel so much- take the train, take a bus and then add to it, walk to his place. No one was around, so I just sat for a few minutes to gather my breath and then; I. What then seemed ahardship proved a priceless blessing. Not only did my ramshackle livingconditions spark the fiery work ethic for which I'm now famous, but it wasalso on the unsettling, shooting prone sidewalk between my apartmentcomplex and the grocery store where I first met Cat, the first woman whosebody I occupied.She was a blonde whose diet and daily workout routines made herirresistible to the opposite sex. When she wandered the neighborhood weshared in those days she carried mace on her.