The more he preached, the more drinking she did.He wished he had taken his father's advice and took a razor strap to her when she started getting out ...f hand. It was too late now. The devil had her beautiful body and rotting soul. All Jessie could do now was to keep her under control. If that redneck pile of testosterone, Reynolds, couldn't keep her in line for what he was getting paid, he would have to talk to Sal about other options. In fact, maybe other options would be better."Yes, Sal, I. I could see every little detailed about her. She bent over right in front of me . Her pussy lips were inches from me now..she was drying her hair and kept bending over. Then it was over and she put a house coat on and we sat together watching tv until my wife came home the whole time I kept looking at her which made me crazy. This went on for weeks as I would catch her getting in and out of the shower until one night I caught her staring at herself in the mirror as she started rubbing her. I looked at her coolly and drew out the moment, shrugging my shoulders and saying suggestively: ‘Well .... you know why ...’My instinct was right, because she slightly blenched, and put one hand against the desk as if to steady herself for a moment. She rushed ahead, demanding ‘Who has been saying things?’, and then revealingly adding: ‘What has she been telling you?’Well, well, I thought; on target – a bull’s eye, or rather a dyke’s eye! I began to see some possibilities here, a way of. One in particular, Reggie, used to read the news with a cute, confident drawl and ending with a lop-sided grin that made my heart flutter. Oh, yes. We would bump into each other on his holiday here in my town on the south coast, sweep me up into his arms and whisk me back to his smart Chelsea apartment where we'd mingle night after night with the Tele-stocracy, drinking and dancing.... My reverie was broken as I walked outside into the brightness and warmth of an early September afternoon's.