One hour later I spotted her coming back; this time she was wearing a nice summer dress.Ana asked me if I liked it. I answered that there was more to ...see of her now than the dress, because she was showing her nice shaped legs and her boobs were pressing against the fabric…She kissed me and sat down to have our meal.Then she told me when she was walking by, three black guys had whistled and said her she was looking hot in her jeans.She came back on the same way and the black guys then had. ‘Are you looking for someone to … replace her?’ It was another astonishingly forthright question which again caught him unprepared. Roger blinked and thought for a moment before answering. ‘Yes … yes … I suppose I am. Not good at being alone. Need someone to talk to, you know. Conversation … the life blood of existence I think someone once said. If not, they should have.’ He looked at her again and saw the beginnings of a smile. ‘My dear Mr. Wilkinson, are you attempting to seduce me?’ It was. " Oh," I nodded at that and probably should have expected it.My new clothes were a set of thin cotton jumpers, like coveralls sort of, with Velcro instead of a zipper or buttons, and no pockets at all. There was a stencil painted on the back that said 'W.S.D.' in white letters and I wondered what they were going to do with my old clothes and especially my purse. I didn't ask about it, but only dressed quickly and it was a tight fit because apparently those jumpers were made for a boy. The. Tom turned to the woman after she was finished serving the food. "Do you speak English?"The woman nodded once, but kept her head down. Tom looked her over. She appeared to be a middle-aged woman with her long hair pulled back with a couple of combs. Her slight figure was just starting to spread in the middle to match her wide hips. She wasn't fat, but was losing the fight to keep trim. Tom noticed that her diminutive frame seemed to be the standard for the Chinese people. Her tiny hands and.