He dressed quickly and hurried downstairs. He stopped at a table that held the many photos of Sally and picked up a locket that Sally had often worn. ...nside was a photo of Sally and him taken not long after they were married. It was the two of them, cheek to cheek, squeezed into one of those cheap carnival photo machines.As Jim stood there looking at the locket, a feeling like he had never experienced before came over him. It was a feeling of warmth and comfort, like everything was going to be. She opened the lid flaps and started pulling out handfuls of clothes, setting them beside the box to sort."Mrs. Garner?"Sharon looked up and smiled at one of their young volunteers, who was holding a large trash bag stuffed with clothes."What do you have there, Nicholas?" Um, I think it's all baby stuff." They go over there," she said, pointing across the large auditorium. "Just ask Mrs. Donathon what you should do with it."The small young man scuttled away, his hold on the huge bag precarious. He squeezed her buttocks.There was a moments pause and she could hear him undressing behind her.His was back behind her arms around her and cupping her breasts, her main thought was she could feel his erection against her buttocks and he was rubbing it between them.“Bend over you dining room table.”Janice in an involuntary movement stepped forward and bent over the table he pushed her further over the table so her breasts were pressing against the surface of it.He stepped back and admired the. “I’ll fill the petrol tank and check the oil. I’ll put some more petrol in the can in the boot just in case you run out. You shouldn’t if you drive carefully. A tankful should get you all the way home.”“But that’s worth more than sixpence…” I protested.“Maybe it is, but it’s nearly Christmas and you should be with your family, Geoff.”“I don’t know how to thank you,” I said.“Then don’t. Just repay me by being kind, when you can, to someone else who needs help.”“I will. Thank you.”He went off to.