"It was only after she went off with Stephen that I let my hopes rise but I still didn't feel confident about pushing it. Why should you be interested...in a forty year-old widow? I knew you liked me but even when I behaved badly you continued to behave impeccably. So all my guilt and all my disgust with myself came to a head last night. Thank you, Bill darling, for giving me back my peace of mind but even more for making me deliriously happy."She attacked him again but this time their tongues. Mollineaux continued, “Miss A, I put it to you that on the occasions in question you went to the derelict warehouse on Viaduct Street willingly and of your own accord to seduce any one present to sate your rampant sexual desires.”The defence solicitor was gob smacked. The prosecution was doing his job for him.“No!” Miss A insisted.“Is that No you didn’t go down Viaduct Street or No your pussy isn’t all juicy and throbbing..” Mollineaux queried.“Both,” she insisted.“My Lord the prosecution. She's one of four sisters, and they're all cut from the same mold. All of them are varying degrees of boner-inducing hot, and all of them put off a great vibe of sex and fun. And it trickles down to their offspring. All of my ex's nieces know they're good looking, know how to carry themselves, and know how to boldly have fun. As for my situation, our house was party central. We had fun, and we had great family get-togethers. Christmas Eve at our house was a big deal; 30 people milling about. She was tall and slender, with a divine hourglass shape. Her bosom rested kindly on the table, and the arch in her back caused her behind to protrude, but whether intentionally or not, I was unsure. Dressed in black heels and a striped jumpsuit, she looked more like she should be clubbing rather than getting on a plane. She squealed when she saw me with the two rocks glasses.“OMG, you didn’t run off!” She grasped outwards and took one glass from me. In a quick, surprising motion, she also lept.