She then asked him, with nose still in book, if he had found anything interesting. He said he had not, “nothing older tonight then” she asked. He ...was nervous. Had she seen what he was looking at?He sipped his lager and sat back in the comfy seat. Maggie was on the sofa and slid round a little so her body was facing James. He was trying to watch the telly but his attention was constantly drawn to Maggie. He legs were slightly apart, she was desperate for a pee, he could see her stocking tops at. “Think you can play if I do this to your knee for a while.” His eyes went wide open. “Got it in one. Speak in an unfriendly tone to her again and you won’t play football again. Ever. Not a threat, Barry, a promise. I mean that. You need to stop being a bully. And, young man, if you think you have friends on the football team, think again. I actually give some of the starters grades. Oh, and two of them are second cousins. Be careful. We done here?” He nodded. “Good. Bye.” He walked out, but. The pants looked like blue jeans without the rivets and buttons instead of a zipper. The shirt appeared to be made of a light weight cotton fabric. The boots looked sort of like Wellington's but again without obvious metal parts, the watch cap was indistinguishable from the wool cap Cameron carried in a back pocket of his fishing vest. The belt was braided twine spliced to two wooden rings which served the place of a buckle. The kerchief was a 30" square of a deep red silk like fabric. The pile. .. we ... we'll see. I can't make any promises."Bill kisses me and we lie there together holding each other as we drift off to sleep.The next morning, an alarm goes off and wakes us. We get up and shower, with no small amount of groping and playing in the shower, then get dressed. It takes me longer than Bill to get ready, because I am still struggling with makeup. I put on a little base and blush, light eyeliner, and a subtle lipstick as Bill straightens things around his place.We go into his.