At my hubbies and Jamie's request I dressed up like a cheap slut... the usual black stocking only just hidden under a short flared mini skirt, which I...had to keep constantly pulling down... a wrap over black top which kept opening up to reveal a great deal of cleavage so that everyone in the pub could see I was not wearing a bra (oh for a safety pin!). Finishing up the outfit was my 5" killer black heels which showed up the shape of my legs to perfection. Sam was so turned on with the outfit he. Jim hated her confiding in me, but it wasn’t confiding, just companionship I guessed and I had a lot more common sense than him as well ... kind of more practical, doing to the odd job if the infamous Ralph wasn’t around to change a plug or fit a light bulb.I tried to concentrate on my English text book, hearing the TV downstairs. Gran would be cooking or ironing. I sipped a can of coke, gazing round my room with its pop-group posters and clothes hanging off every conceivable hook, shelf, piece. I divorced seven years ago and never bothered finding anyone and now I am so set in my ways that I don’t think anyone would put up with me.I listened as much as I could to the conversation from next door. Snippets of information, such as the fact that Melissa would be around at eight-thirty caught my attention and the even more interesting one was that Mike would be staying over at his girlfriend’s house that evening. There followed a plethora of rules and regulations that were not to be. When she got to the barn, they had already backed the truck up tothe hold Kat had dug for the septic tank. The back of the truck held ametal framework attached at the four corners of the flat metal rear.The metal beams formed arches at the front and rear with an I beam thatbisected the center of each of the metal arches, they were in theprocess of extending the center I beam out behind the truck that theywould use to lower the tank into the hole.The older man saw Kat walk up, "So why aren't you.