I ended up settling for nothing in particular, and when Edgar arrived with Jeremy, and introductions were carried out (“Darl, this is Jeremy. Jeremy..., this is my wife Pat”), I simply opted for, “Would you like a cup of tea or coffee, Jeremy?” To which he replied in courteous tones, “Coffee, please.” Surveying the in flesh Jeremy, I saw no sign of Edgar’s predicted wimp. Jeremy stood about six feet three inches tall. I sought for a description of his physique, and came up with “Adonis,” the. Her trousers were baggy, her shirt was too large, and she didn't wear much makeup. Her underwear was bland and functional, drab bras and cotton panties. Hubby knew on some level that if other men lusted after his wife, there was no way he could compete, so he tried to control anything which showed off her beauty. No sexy dresses, no pretty outfits. Not that he could have handled them anyway. But she had never stood a chance of escaping the neighbour's eye.Off came the shirt, the trousers, the. Allie would lean over to me whenever she wanted to say anything, but I could tell it was so she could show off her cleavage, made all the more spectacular by the black lace Wonderbra and low-cut chemise she was wearing. Eve would lean against me just as often, and held hands with Allie across the table. The candlelight and the piano trio at the end of the room were working their magic. Eve loves to dance, so we did, repeatedly. Her body would sway under the shimmering cloth, and every man in. "All right," she conceded to her coach, "I agree."After she got back into the Volvo she sat there, realizing that this woman, Jenna, had really screwed up her day. She simply had to confront Jenna about this, and resolve it. It could not happen again to one of the other moms, or Carol would feel guilty about it for not having headed off the problem. She again dialed Jenna's number."Your timing is good," Jenna said flatly, "I just finished my hair. So we can meet. What's it about?"Carol had a.