’ ‘The psychologist,’ Tim said. ‘Thought you’d know her,’ the sergeant said, smiling. Tim’s face turned red again. The sergeant looked a... the sheriff and grinned. ‘Woman’s blonde, gorgeous, and dresses real sexy,’ she said. ‘Ah-hah!’ Alex said, chuckling. ‘Anyhow,’ Sgt. Dewars went on, ‘she told me something we didn’t know. Seems that Morris came to her a couple of months ago and told her the victim had met him alone in the newspaper office and propositioned him.’ ‘Did he take her up on it?’. ”“That’s a lie!” he was beginning to het defensive, he had done nothing to that woman except buy her coffee one lunch time and it turned out that she didn’t like him so claimed sexual harassment against him.“Could you please explain this claim then Mr Greaves.” Sandy was being serious they couldn’t even think of employing someone who had tendencies of sexual harassment. Matt explained to the three of them about buying her coffee and then she claimed sexual harassment and that his working. With her tongue down Rob's throat he pushed her down onto thesofa as David and I relished the offering in front of us while he dryhumped her. Her dress had ridden higher and now her panties were in plainsight making us really hot. Then it was David doing the humping before Igot to have a turn. It entirely got out of hand in a matter of only a few minutes. All fourof us were undeniably horny and without doubt wanted a little more fromher. Without any resistance from her Rob unzipped his. Beatrice’s warm hand in her hand, or her fingers on her crotch, were thoroughly agreeable distractions. And it was a pleasure too, to converse on their shared views on the merits of nudity, vegetarianism and, quite curiously, a shared passion for twentieth century poets like T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. They would lie together on the grass, in the hills high above the busy town below, idly discoursing until, inevitably, lust got the better of one or the other of them and the two.