As I said, it wasn’t love at first sight. Less than two years removed from a bitter and contentious divorce I wasn’t looking for love and very muc...h doubted I would ever put myself through that again. It was, however, lust at first sight; for me, this petite woman with the shimmering black hair held hypnotic allure.I’d been about to give up, bored with the game, the only women in evidence a couple of hard, worn-looking working girls that had failed to capture my interest. They’d been quickly. My dressing was also geared to the time ofday. This particularly fine and warm spring morning, it was just afterten, I was dressed in a light white satin slip, under which was a pairof matching, scrunchy satin French knickers, a deep garter belt to whichwere attached a pair of lovely, seamed dark beige nylon stockings. Mydress was a lovely skirt of pale lemon fine silk. Light and flowing, itwas teamed with a matching coloured silk voile blouse with a largesquare collar and darted at the bodice. I’m sure you’d like that peace of mind.”The way he said it was so damned plausible. He’d clearly thought about this long and hard, ‘hard’ being the operative word. She’d never believed that he could be this devious or so desperate to get back inside her knickers. Whether it was sad, outrageous or a twisted kind of flattering, she wasn’t entirely sure. It took all her bravado to challenge him, on the long-shot that it was true.“How naïve do you think I am, Josh? I’m eighteen but I’m not an. " I smiled back over my shoulder at him. "My name’s Cathy. Just plain Cathy. Ok?" "Yes, Ma’…Cathy. Ah, hmmm…. You’re name may be Cathy but there nothing plain about you, Cathy." "Why, thank you sir but flattery won’t get you out of paying the rent on time." I smiled at him again and led the way into the bedroom. "Well, this is it. What you see is what you get." Jesus, I thought, I’m actually flirting with a guy I just met. "As you can see, your room, well it will be your room if you take,.