I was not angry with Mike, but with my stupid Bosses…One of these fucking Bosses had invited all of us to his nice manor…His wife was called Jenna...and tonight she looked sexy and gorgeous.I had gone alone, since my beloved Ana had chosen to spend the night going out with some of her slutty girlfriends. I knew she would come back home without her panties; I was not worried about her naughty behavior. Now I looked at Jenna, my conservative Boss’ wife. A sensual lady in her early fifties, really. ”Dave was drawn to her winning personality, not to mention the obvious busty and otherwise trim body, and her winning smile. He went with her as she led the way and held his hand and also pulled a small suitcase behind them.He said, “Yes, Alice and Rose. I didn’t think there were any commercial flights operating from here.”“Frontier, who I work for, is on again-off again about service here. They’ve announced a one- or two-month trial, so that’s where I come in. I also live near here, so I get. One night she was staying over at my house with my daughter, Angie,who was the same age and went to the same school.During the evening, Angie had a phone call which she went to her room to take, leaving Lucy with me in the lounge, sitting in one of the large arm chairs,and it was then that I noticed she was still wearing her school uniform of grey pleated skirt, white blouse and white knee-hi socks.We talked about things in general then I got around to boy-friends and she admitted she had one. Zofie didn’t care for Prince Felix. She thought he was too much of a fop. She liked manly men, not handsome dandies. What was wrong with her marrying a commoner, when the time was right? Their genes were as good as anyone one else’s. In Zofie’s opinion, keeping it within royal families was an archaic tradition, which was fit only for the dragon-slaying days of hundreds of years ago. It was the 21st century. She wanted to go out with someone normal; someone who saw the world for what it was. Not.