Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. I could see from her face that she would ask me to do this again later, when we were alone. Now for Jen. I eased her ...highs further apart, pushing my fingers into her slit and she groaned despite her determination to remain aloof. “Now I’m going to spank your slit for failing to control yourself.” At this point Jen half sat up, looking out of the window and I glanced out as an oldish gentleman walking his dog stood, staring in disbelief. He walked on with a. ‘I have been busy at the paper. Everyone wants me as their photographer, and I’ve had a lot of pics to develop,’ he answered. ‘Yes, he has,’ Addie replied in her soft, slightly accented husky voice. Angie smiled at her, remembering when the 19 year old girl would jump if you said hi to her. Now look at her, she thought. Just jumping into the conversation. ‘Addie says that she has something to tell us, but she wants to tell us after dinner. It’s a surprise, she says,’ Jay smirked. ‘Make her tell. The girl would keep his bank account in the black for a little longer. Gaslight : London, September 1941The Gaslight Club was in Great Compton Street. Soho retained, even in war time, its air of corrupt pleasure. A curious mix of illicit sexuality and hedonistic enjoyment seemed to infuse the smoke stained bricks of the buildings. The garish neon signs were gone from the clubs, of course, banished by the blackout legislation but there were plenty of servicemen on leave, keen to find a way to. He didn’t want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn’t ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That’s what he would do all right. He noticed her from across the country club dance hall. She was extraordinary. Blonde hair entwined into a lazy French twist, dotted with babies’ breath, softly.