They turned as sheentered. "Those two were my previous love slaves, I found them camping inmy orchard, without my permission. They were hitching their...way down toGlastonbury, but have now no recollection of this or of the last year anda half since they were introduced to my machines." Now Jennifer, I had better find you both some appropriate clothing." Sheleft the room, returning with two large boxes. "These should be yoursizes." Opening the lid she removed two French maid uniforms. "Please. Luckily she had her mother's looks. She was a gorgeous redhead just like Wendy. She was just the right height, Jack thought maybe 5'6".All of Emily's after school sports had given her a nice muscular tone to her. She had a nice firm looking backside, as far as Jack could tell. At least he knew it looked firm in those volleyball shorts she'd wear. Emily had also inherited her mother's breasts. Not overly large, maybe a 32 B if he recalled his cup sizes well enough. They seemed the perfect size. I cover her naked body, got up and mixed myself another drink.We walked the same streets as before and looked into shop windows. Neither of us had an inclination to shop. Laura molded her body to me at times, relishing the closeness but at other times she refused to be touched, keeping me at bay.We slept in the same bed without having sex. We talked of world news but nothing personal, nothing about our times together or of the separation which was rapidly approaching. Not even on our last night. Nelson’s history lessons.” “Oh. I still do that too."I watch as her eyes light up. “Really? Wow. Everyone thought -“ She stops herself. “Everyone thought I was bullshittin’.“ “N-no. No. It wasn’t that. At least not to me. We just thought it -““Wouldn’t work out?” I finished her statement. Her eyes search mine. “I wanted it to - for you. I remember when you got me in trouble playing your little ping pong game on my phone.” Laughter fills the space between us. Once she finishes her second cup, I.