As we sat there she said "You in a relationship?" "Yes" I said, she looked at me smiling and said "Good"We lit another cigarette and as I held my ligh...er up as she leaned in to light her cigarette her hand rested nicely on my knee. She looked at me and to be honest she could have been really pretty if she'd dress accordingly. As we sat there close together with her hand on my knee, she turned my face towards her and kissed me full on the lips.I smoked my cigarette and stubbed it out on the. I passed the truck slowly letting the driver feast his eyes on Mrs O's exposed flesh. Mrs O looked up and gave him a little wave as we went by and he responded with a thumbs up. This led to little game of cat and mouse where we we would pass him and then let him pass us so we could pass again, all the time making Mrs O up the performance a touch.Eventually we ran into some roadworks and the traffic slowed to walking pace and went down to two lanes and we worked our way through the traffic until. " Hundred lines," said Drew."You hush," said Ninette with a grin.Jenny looked questioningly at Gavin who produced a bottle from one of the coolers and held it up."That's it," exclaimed Ninette."Ninette's a very pretty name. Was one or both of your parents French?" No. My mother was dead keen on ballet though and named me after Ninette de Valois."A man Jenny did not recognise came in. He was bald, thickset and wore a singlet. His arms were heavily tattooed."Hi, Mike," said Drew and Ninette."Hi!. “No, I mean it. This could never have been possible without my helpful, smart, sexy tutor,” she continued, her voice getting into a low murmur. This was to-the-point, even for her. “Taylor, c’mon, I-”“No… more talking,” she interrupted, the ‘no’ sharper than a Benihana chef’s knife. “Quinn, you don’t seem to understand what’s going on here.”“I, uh… feel like I understand something…” I muttered, while Taylor’s hands snaked their way up my sides.She began to hold me closer. “Quinn, you helped me.