Monica was still lying down, still covered up, still facing the wall, but now for some strange reason she was crying. I tapped her on the shoulder. �...Sit up,’ I said, almost like I would give an order to a junior soldier. ‘For what?’ ‘So we can talk.’ ‘OK, but one thing first: what’s your name?’ ‘Dorian, but most of my friends call me DJ.’ She chuckled. ‘Wow, DJ… Do you realize that we’ve been having sex all this time, and this is the first time I’ve even asked you what your name was?’ Honestly,. So while one hand was around my waist, I reached down and took the one that was on my knee and slipped it up and inside my blouse. We both moaned into each other’s mouths as he grasped my breast and caressed it, my fingers then unbuttoning my blouse. I then pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor behind me. He then spent time going from one breast to the other, spending just the right amount of time on each breast and nipple before moving to the other. Enough so it felt loved, but not. I was also wearing tan stockings with black pumps. I could tell Patrick approved of my dress when I walked into his workshop to talk to Sam. Sam stood up and took his ball cap off when I walked in to the workshop. Sam also did this when he walked into our kitchen with Susan and saw me for the first time. Being a man of few words, it was a simple apology, but most sincere. He and Patrick both have such nice, old fashion manners. ******************** We had a one hour drive to get to one of the. Polly led him upstairs. Becca rang Molly."This is getting to be a habit," grumbled Molly good naturedly."Be gentle with her, love. There's been a major crisis. Let her tell you in her own good time." OK, Becca love. I thought there might be trouble if Garry was home this evening."The story hit the national press and by half past eight the following morning the drive and the road outside was packed with press and television crews."Strewth!" said Garry. "What do we do now?" You ring United and.