”Helena, making old fashion tea, in a teapot with tea leaves. Bring over the tea, cups, milk and sugar, she placed them down on the dining room tabl.... Mrs Jones acted as mummy in the tea pouring.Suzanne, who had never purchased a place in the pass asked Helena “What do we do from here?”“Well first thing is what is the asking price, do you have any real estate agents and mainly why are you selling?” Advised Helena.“Well let me answer the questions backwards, I have realised this home is too much. The motel was advertising a lobster festival for that evening. Madeleine laughed out loud.“I’m more in for tuna”, she chuckled, surprised at her own vulgarity.She parked her car in the arrival section, as she always did, and waited again for a few minutes. The space in front of unit 17 was empty. She suddenly felt queasy. Maybe she had the wrong address, the wrong unit. Maybe it was the wrong city or the wrong life. Maybe she wasn’t doing this. Maybe she wasn’t married with c***dren. She. Underneath my petticoat, butthankfully not visible to me at least, I was wearing a disposable nappy,which I had used, plastic pants which made a crinkling noise as I walked,and yellow satin panties, elasticated at the waist and legs for a tightfit, and with rows and rows of white lace.As I stood there admiring the image of the prettiest little girl I hadever since, my emotions were at overload. I was totally embarrassed andhumiliated, annoyed with girls in general as clearly they were all. Again I kissed her on the lips and we both tasted the chocolate on each our tongues. We tried a new thing. I placed a chocolate in her mouth. It was the soft chocolate with liquid chocolate in center. I kissed her again. This time we both sucked on the same piece of chocolate together as our tongue inter twined and played with the melting juices. It was a wonderful sensation with the chocolate moving between mouths. Her tongue exploring my mouth and mine hers, each searching for the sweet brown.