For several years he’d played electric guitar in a night-club band, had visited many parts of Europe during long summer group bicycle tours, had won... some success as a fencer and… ‘Omigod’ … had twice married and divorced, the first time to a rector’s daughter now remarried to Lord Williams-A’court and then to feisty and wildly beautiful Scottish TV actress Skye Macandeoir now a recluse spinning wool from black-face sheep and weaving shawls that were snapped up by American, Japanese and Korean. “Don’t… don’t,” she whispered. “Get off her. She’shad enough.”I pulled it out quickly and sat on the side of thebed. It just stood there, dripping. The other girl,who was naked and had some kind of juices flowing downthe inside of her plump thighs, got up on my knees,scooted forward by grabbing my shoulders and impaledherself on my upright cock, gritting her teeth andarching her neck. “Ah,” she sighed, ‘That’s so. .. I... I don't know exactly how to answer. I'm sorry, I am so nervous.” “It's okay. You just be blunt and I wont be offended.” “Okay, Holly. I've uh, 'paid for it' once or twice, but never with a woman like you...” “Oh,” she said with a slight grin. “Have you ever been with a woman like me at all?” “Not technically,” I replied. I could feel my cheeks burning. “I've been with one other woman who claimed to be like you, but was more like me than I had hoped.” “Ahh, I know what you mean. Too many. I hated myself for betraying Bryan, but I was finding it more and more difficult to ignore Derek and his confident manly charms. I tried to focus on the present and my job, forcing all thoughts of Derek out of my mind. Thankfully we were very busy at work so this was easy to do. Except when five o’clock rolled around and it was time for me to knock off and go home. But Derek had challenged me. If I didn’t go and see him then he would know that I didn’t trust myself around him. He then may.