I devoured about three hundred emails, my normal morning diet, spitting out terse replies to many of them, often words of praise or thanks for deeds a...complished.April came in with the drafts of two speeches I was to give at the end of the month to two groups. I read through them, made a few suggestions, and she was gone. She was back a half-hour later with five pieces of correspondence to high-level government officials. She'd been carefully crafting the letters because we planned to make them. I wanted to go for a private dance with her but worried I was going be short on money. Working out what we owed so far as we ordered another drink. It was 40 for the 4 beers and 280 per table dance putting it at R 600 currently. I wanted to go for the 30 min private dance which costed R1000 but was worried I would run short on money. Dave then said don't worry I'll help you out if you are short on cash and when foxy our blonde waitress returned with our drinks order, we placed a private dance. He’s dressed in shorts, a 'T' shirt, and sandals. I wondered how he achieved this, as he goes to work in a suit most days. I asked him how he got past his wife dressed like that. But at that moment Diane calls from the front door and tells us the jug has boiled, come on in. So we head for the house, without me getting an answer.My first shock is Diane, she standing in the doorway dressed in a short navy skirt. She’s got high heels on and I take in just how great her legs are. I really had. In other words, she had lovely legs and plenty of them! Although the sun had not touched these milky white thighs at all this year so far, the lack of a tan was more than made up for by the delicate tracery of blue veins which adorned that satin smooth and warm surface.I should further add that Miss Harmsworth was an active and fit young lady who ran, swam and worked out as frequently as her work permitted. The fruits of all this exercise were plain for all to see, as, with her calf muscle.