”“Okay. I’ll take it back. Put it on the porch next door and I’ll pick it up.”“Your place or your rental place?”“The porch of the hous... next to where you’re working,” Tim said.“Okay.”“Woody. Go with him and supervise.”Woody followed him out of the house. Tim watched the puppy go with a smile. At least he was taking the tennis shoe with him. The tennis ball was left some where on the lawn. Tim would have to find it when leaving. The puppy was well trained in some things; but he left other things. Her tanned skin, covered by her olive green summer dress was flushed with excitement. She could feel the anticipation and nervousness building in her chest; it was almost unbearable. Alice checked the clock on the bedroom wall and tapped her foot impatiently. She still had twenty minutes until she had to leave for the airport. It had been fourteen months since Alice had last seen her husband, Andrew, who was stationed in Iraq, and the mere thought of finally holding him close sent jitters. I was interviewed by the Bank Secretary, aneminent man not a typist, whose job was to look after what we now callhuman resources. In those days we were treated much more as humans andless like a resource. Mr Kewley was an extremely nice man and took meon as a trainee, hopefully to go to Africa. I found that I wasattractive to the young women. I liked them. I loved them, for theywere my ideal. I did not want to date them or screw them, but I likedtheir company. I wanted to be them. I suppose I. I was beginning to breath more heavily, and her speaking voice had the unmistakable catch of arousal. I then took one more risk. I moved one of my hands to her front, starting at the waistline and slowly traced the swell of her belly and moved down from there, ever so slowly. She still didn’t stop me. When my fingers were at her pubic mound, I stopped and moved my hand away, I asked her to compare the difference between her front and mine. I pointed out that if she really wanted to be.