But I hadn't. I wasn't looking at the faces of the men. I was too busy worrying about Cookie and taking the money."No," I answered."Funny... " he said... "Anyway, Jack... It turns out that little Cookie was born in 1959. That makes her what, Jack?" I saw his rust-colored eyebrows raise, drawing a response from me."Fifteen?" That makes her a minor, Jack. You too, for that matter. Do you know what that means?" No." It means that you all are in some really deep, and stinking shit, Jack. It means. She had so many garments that she couldn't possibly wear them all. She would sit playing solitaire or put a picture puzzle together or go to the corner for the newspaper. Every afternoon if the weather was nice, she'd take a walk about the area. Have a cup of tea and pastry for a treat.Frank walked into his mansion to find Mrs. Carlson sitting at her rolltop desk. She made sure that it was locked so no one could rummage through it. She stood as he entered and bowed her head to greet him."Good. " It might spice things up a little, yes, just add a little something," I replied but I was also wondering what Greta looked like naked and how she might be in the bedroom. I've never gotten to see another woman in action and, well, even, seen my own husband with another woman. Here I was eating my lunch as my panties were getting wet."Well, my husband, Toby, goes on a business trip and will be gone Thursday night. Maybe that day, maybe after work, is that too soon?" Not for Graham, I'm sure.. Coffee was had somewhere else, we travelled with Imperial and on the way back to drop her, our hands touched, it felt so sweet. Just before I closed her door I gave her a kiss goodbye, she looked at me funny as she started the car and drove away. "Must be losing my touch," I muttered to myself as I got into the rental and drove away. My cell vibrated with a message from her. "Thank you, I had a great time," it said. I could see her stuck in traffic a few cars ahead of me. I could still feel.