Brooks, Tori," I suggested. OK, maybe 'suggested' is too mild a word."Hello, Mrs. Brooks," Tori happily greeted her. "I'm really looking forward to go...ng to the new school on Monday." Well, that's good to hear, Victoria." Janet poured on the charm. "My daughter Mandy is, too." She looked at me. "She keeps telling me every five minutes. She's asked me to pinch her so she knows she's awake and not dreaming this. She REALLY likes being in the swim class." Janet considered for a second. "I really. John smiled and they recognised each other the first instant from the many photo’s they had exchanged. With a grin as wide as could be humanly imaginable he made a few steps toward her.He stood five inches taller than her at 5 foot seven inches. His blonde hair was cut short and although he was dressed casually in jeans and Blue T shirt it was obvious that he was a business man. He broke the ice. “Well all I can say is that you look good in your pictures but even so they don’t do you. After I finished cleaning his fingers we went into the living room and I sat on the couch he sat in the chair across from me and told me to play with my pussy, it was so sensitive I asked him if I could wait a little bit he walked over and pulled my legs apart slapped the inside of each of my thighs and said do what you're told. My legs were shaking as I rubbed my clit for him then I started fucking my pussy with 2 fingers he said use 3 my pussy was getting so wet again as I added a 4th. I was a lady of leisure before this lot started and wouldn’t mind getting back to it as soon as I can.” I finished my wine in silence, excused myself and left the mess and sought out Bitchy. I recounted my conversation with Celeste. She merely nodded and told me to go to bed. I never saw Gloria/Celeste again until long after the war. She’d been a plant, set among us to root out the loose-tongued. I parachuted into France in June 1943. My papers identified me as Jeanne Lasainte and as a nurse.