Her sub-conscious raced at the thoughts of reaching down and touching them, feeling their heat, texture, and weight. Caressing them gently, regardles... of the species they belonged to or how perverse and unnatural an act that would be. She awoke several times throughout the night, bathed in sweat and her body heat soaring, resisting the urge to masturbate and relieve her pent up fantasies, since her husband was lying only a foot away. But each time the woman gained sleep again, the images of. It was over the dinner table that shementioned to Rachael that she was working tomorrow. The young girllooked up with frightened eyes."But who will look after Bobby?" she said. "Should I phone the farm andcancel my visit tomorrow?" No need," Maria said with a smile. "I talked this over with Geoff, andhe said I could take Bobby in to work with me tomorrow. There is a hugepile of 40 kg sacks of flour in one corner, and that can be a fort forhim to play on for a couple of hours in the morning. He. There was another choice. She unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, letting her big flat breasts flop out. Then she slipped the utilitarian underwear off. This was her— white, lumpy, marked with the imprints of tight-fitting undergarments.She took the dress off its hanger and slipped it over her head, shaking and wriggling to get it on, letting it drape and find its shape again. She looked in the mirror and suddenly— her breath was taken away. The dress had looked good enough when she was in. ”I smiled. “I wish my work missed me as much when I’m on leave. Look, if it’d be easier if you go, don’t worry about me. I can look after myself easily enough for one day. I’ll go for a swim, and I want to do the arty-crafty shops in Kalk Bay; you know you get bored with that sort of thing. Anyway, if you don’t go, you’ll be on your phone and fretting about it all day. Just get over there and knock a few heads together. I’ll cook us a nice dinner for when you get back.”“You’re an angel. I wish.