She was right. She had asked one question too many but Stanley Thompson wasn't upset with his daughter like she thought he may have been. No, he was w...ndering if she had guessed the real reason that Evelyn had gone visiting with the Wilson's. Of course he decided she hadn't and he told her, "I just had a piece of luck at Catterick races last week, I had two quid (English pounds) on a four horse accumulator and it came in. Payed big too, so here we are." It was, of course, a lie. In weeks and. As she walked by him, he finally responded. “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” Sally felt Bob grab her arm. He pulled her over her lap like an errant child. Her skirt was tossed up exposing her pert bottom, and for just an instant she was glad that she wore her nicest red panties. Then he administered three quick swats on her bottom. She stood up feeling her face flush. Her initial shock and embarrassment gave way to rage. “What the fuck, Bob? Who the fuck do you think you are? What the fuck. Cal let loose with full voice as he lunged forward, and it worked. The attacker's eyes had just flicked toward the book that was flying lazily toward his feet when the yell caused him to look up. He stumbled just slightly in his stride, and that was all that Cal needed.With two bodies hurtling toward each other from a short distance, the action was as automatic to Cal as breathing. At the last step, he planted his left foot and swung his right upward at the attacker's jaw. It was like an. When I arrived at my home I was greeted at the door by an agitated Tim. He started questioning me as soon as the door opened. Whose car was that, what had I meant when I called him… I gave him a quick kiss and pushed by him and went into our small living room. He followed me without stopping with his questions. I sat on our love seat and told him to sit so I could explain everything. He finally calmed enough to allow me to start. “Tim when we went to work today I was in the secretary pool..