It was difficult for the couples to stay together and they hadn’t made it three blocks before Devon lost sight of her husband, who last she saw, was...hand in hand with Mia, still acquiring new bead necklaces in exchange for flashing her tits to perfect strangers.Now alone with Ethan, Devon’s pussy seemed to come more and more alive with desire. Perhaps it was the party atmosphere, or the alcohol she had consumed, but in a city where all inhibition was gone for the night, her body felt alive with. He was the complete opposite to her husband. He was 57years old so 11 years older than her! Her husband had a good job whereas e was out of work having worked on the oil rigs for many years as a rigger. He was a rough diamond who drank far too much and more often than was d***k but there was something about him. He was divorced and had had several partners over the years. He had smooth talked his way in to her life and a couple of days before had persuaded her to take him home to his bungalow. I felt like such an idiot. But one day, Carolyn was doing an interview in the library ’cause her usual meeting room was being renovated. She saw me readin’ a book of stuff by Edgar Allen Poe. I don’t know why she did it, but she came over. I still remember her quotin’ ‘The Bells’ just off the top of her head. I just looked up and saw this . . . beautiful woman . . .’ Lola was actually blushing. ‘All I could say was ‘Hi. I Lola.’ I just stared at her and she started to laugh. She was just so . .. Loading Sheila into the front seat was easy enough, but CC was a problem. There was no way she should be sitting. Eventually, we moved some packages to the other car, so we could slide the seat all the way back. Then CC could kneel on the floor at Sheila's feet. Ironically, the symbolism escaped me at the time. Everyone understood it was the way things had to be.The drive was excruciating. If she were not so obviously intelligent, I would write Francine off as an airhead blonde. Ye gods that.