A few paintings hung along the walls, lending some color to the room. The long, four foot wide table had ten place settings, a covered, white china pl...tter placed before each chair. The table was covered by a huge lace tablecloth, colored slightly off-white. The plates all had small silver dishes covering them, like the kind Lacie knew they used to keep food warm in high class hotels. Small bowls sat just to the side of the covered plates, each containing an artistically arranged salad. Leafy. Both were wearing very short denim mini skirts, one with a black see thro top and the other with a similar white one. The skirts were so short that on one of the girls you could see the tops of her hold-ups. We drove on down the terrace street. The girls didn’t seem to be taking much notice of us, if any. Mind you there were plenty of punters driving around and by the time we had gone around the block the black girl had gone leaving only the white girl. “She looks like a real prostitute should. Neither was physically beautiful, but Donna, was "well maintained", a regular exerciser and, of course, very knowledgeable about the use of cosmetics. She had perfect skin, and was quite attractive, even without makeup. The couple were frequent attendees of services at a small, conservative Christian church, but were not public in their expression of their beliefs. The young pair had no children, nor did they plan any, but they enjoyed an active, if not creative sex life and were deeply in. Meg lay down on the bed, indicating to me that I should make the first move. Her blond hair was splayed out behind her, her beautiful little breasts high and perky, the nipples hard. I leaned over and kissed her, my fingers tracing the minimal curves of her waist and hips. "Wait Lucy," she said, breaking the kiss off. "I've never done this with another girl before. Please, just be patient."I laughed a little and smiled. "I could ask the same thing of you. We're in the same boat, Meg."We resumed.