..We'd gone dancing. It was Ladies' Night at the club we went to and the girls loved to dance -- and I did, too, when I didn't have to hunt down a par...ner. Girls seem to fall into two camps -- the ones that don't want to be touched and the ones that do -- and fortunately, my girls fell into the latter group. I guess the first group would be really small if you said they NEVER want to be touched, but there is a large group that insists upon being picky about it and making you get signed. Yeah, I threw up an hour ago. Right. It might be a 24 hour bug so I'll be in tomorrow. Okay. Bye." She stirred in bed and turned to face him. "You're not going to work this morning?" Andi smiled weakly, groggily but even so, she'd probably have responded the very same awake or not. "No. You're here. It's well worth a day away. I'd like to sleep next to you for a while longer, there isn't anyone keeping my bed warm nowadays." She turned back over and felt the weight of him kneeling as he laid. Did my husband name you Samantha?" No ... Diana, my mother did that." He may well change your name. He does that. My daughter Susan he changed to Alima. Let's get you some clothes."Samantha realised that all of the other women there were wearing thigh length silk gowns which opened down the front and were held in place by a loosely tied belt. None of then appeared to have any buttons, and they apparently came in all sorts of pastel shades. Just then the huge black eunuch came puffing up to them. Apparently, Sunday night some dripped onto her blouse.I had been looking at the floor as I replayed the events of our parking. When I finished and looked up; Mrs. M face was red but not mad red. One hand was on the blouse and the other was under her desk. She then asked if we had done intercourse. I told her we had never done that. We had discussed it but had decided not to do it.Mrs. M then said she was not telling her husband about the blouse for now. She then said I needed to do something.