Noticing an older man in the other corner, I slipped my hand into my trousers hoping it would signal him to come over to me. If he noticed he was not...interested. I watched him walk back downstairs disappointed. I spent a few more minutes looking around before heading back downstairs myself. As I reached the bottom of the stairs the other customers had gone leaving just the shop owner. He was away from his counter now in a corner wanking his large circumcised cock.'Oops I'm sorry' he apologised. They headed upstairs together and opened the room. Lenore dropped her purse on a chair and Foster removed the suit jacket he had been wearing over top of his polo shirt. Lenore felt a sharp tug on her hand as Foster grabbed her, twirled her to face him and pushed her against the nearest wall."Daddy's little girl has been so naughty today....letting a stranger take you to a hotel room." He raised her arms above her head and leaned in to kiss her again."I am a naughty little girl, Daddy." She. “You, too, what?” Sammy called back to us from beside the large staircase leading to the second floor.Lynette stared up at me and gave me a, ‘You got their attention, you speak for us,’ kind of look. I quickly came up with a little white lie and said, “I just agreed with Lynette that I’d really like some Hot and Sour soup, the kind with the shrimp, chicken and mussels mixed into it.”“Oh! Me-three, then!” Sammy called as she turned and quickly recaptured Paul’s hand as they followed her parents. A minister’s wife reading ‘The Prince’? Then it dawned on him. She was sending him a signal. She knew and understood the game he had proposed. A nasty dirty game called ‘office politics.’ A game with jobs and reputations at stake. At that moment he knew the minister’s wife surely didn’t fit any obvious stereotypes. That evening found Frank and Anne returning to their cars in the high school parking lot. It had been an exhausting but exhilarating day. The play, ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, had.