The supervisor looked at the girl with no more than a glance of contempt, and summoned her with a single wagging finger. The sweet ginger girl walked ...eekly over, head bowed slightly and with her hands clasped behind her as if to guard her pert white cheeks ward off the spanking she would inevitably receive.Madam Clara was Felicity Starmer-Smith in her daily life, a self-made woman who had inherited a small chain of estate agents through family and had successfully expanded the business to. Most of them stop as they get older. But not all of us eh?” The girls chuckled in agreement and there was a brief pause as each decided how to proceed. As usual it was Angela who broke the ice.“Shall we go upstairs?” she said quietly. The other two quickly murmured agreement and put their glasses down, following Angela up to her bedroom. She had kept the big double bed from her marriage and the bedclothes had been taken off leaving just the bottom sheet and a few pillows.Although Nicky had. The drive back toward home was very quiet, and when asked, Richard said he had lost any appetite for stopping at our favorite roadside root beer stand, he wanting to go straight home. I dropped Rich off at his house, he getting out of my car and without as much as a “Good evening my friend,” as he summarily marched into his house as if angry.The sense of maturity in men our age works as we tend to forget about small disagreements like what Rich and I exchanged that Saturday. As I would have. In her mind it only served to obscure the sensual beauty of the cleft of her outer labia. She wasn’t troubled by exposed inner labia that protruded out from the clefts on some of the women she had seen in the changing room of the gym she attended on the outskirts of town. She figured that a woman’s genitals should be tucked neatly away inside her, the better to preserve their mystery. Men’s genitals were supposed to dangle outside the body, she reasoned, not women’s. She believed that men’s.