‘Cheers,’ said John and the three of them lifted their glasses in salute. ‘If you feel comfortable join the toast a take a sip Chelsea.’ She g...ve a startled look at Danny for saying that and turned to look at the doorway. ‘You don’t have to flee,’ he said kindly. ‘Neither are you being compelled to drink a little wine. You just decided where you’d like to be. Think of your painting — you don’t move up a step unless the effort is made.’ She picked up her glass as said ‘cheers’. ‘Oh God,’. Then showing him the cleavage I asked him if he liked it. He looked over my shoulder and said he did. Then I held my palms over his and pushed them higher which resulted in the cleavage growing bigger and deeper and he also got a chance to squeeze my tits again. I asked him how this one was looking. He said it was looking even better than the previous one. I then asked him to squeeze my tits a little more and then asked him how this was. He said this was the best. So I asked his wife to cup my. Thinking it was Harry I said something like, “Ouch, I felt that. Rub it better you naughty boy.” No sooner had I said it when he started to do just that. It was only as I stood up I realised it wasn’t Harry, oops.I honestly didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I remembered going on a business trip to Rome with Harry once. Whilst he was in his meeting I left the hotel for a bit of retail therapy. Several times in the busy marketplace I had my bottom pinched. Perhaps that was what Italian. I’d walked past The Outback Shack on Maitland and decided to go there for a big dinner. Stopping by the desk, I received the news that Lindsay House couldn’t “accommodate” me. Oh well. I’d find someplace else.The Outback Shack proved to be a good choice. I had rump steak and pork ribs with a salad and chips and chocolate mousse for dessert. When I got back, the woman asked whether she should try other places in Armidale. I said I wasn’t certain what was available, but that I certainly wanted to.