"James nodded, "good. Very good," turned and left.In the saloon, Terry considered lighting the stove, but decided against, instead boiling a kettle to...make coffee. He then sat down with a notebook and his coffee and started planning a maintenance programme for the vessel and a study programme for himself. He'd got so caught up in the life of a bargeman he'd lost sight of his idea of youth-work training, but thought perhaps what he was doing was right for him.October segued into November.. ‘I am going to call you, Reg,’ she whispered. She released his arm, and her hand brushed over his crotch. ‘I…I’ll be waiting,’ Reg replied. He walked to where his car was parked, got in, and drove home to await Barbara’s call. He had settled down and no longer cared whether Mrs. Clinton ever called him. Actually, he hoped she wouldn’t. When Reg got to his apartment, he went into his living room and sat down next to the phone. It seemed like no time at all before the phone rang. ‘Evan just. The boys are dressed in shirts and jeans. Crystal and Candy are not here yet, but arrive soon. Candy wears the same outfit she had yesterday, although she will change to a white silk slip for the evening's events. We all sit around the table. Crystal and I are wearing strapless crimson bras and crimson mini skirts, with matching pumps.Breakfast is, as usual, delicious. The boys really know how to cook. Crystal and I eat heartily, so do the boys. Candy nibbles at the food. Vicky doesn't even. Once I had my arms through the sleeves, she made a couple of quickadjustments at the shoulders and pulled the long zipper up the length of myback. The fit of the jumpsuit was tight around my waist, and the bodicestopped well above my navel. The pants flared out to full wide legs thatmoved freely, almost, but not quite, like a long skirt when I moved. Theywere ornamented in front with four buttons in a material that matched thebodice - a thick, stretch knit with a sort of floral pattern. The.