Ada was in but occupied in a meeting. She would not be available until afternoon. Laura phoned back after lunch and was told that Ada had been called ...away unexpectedly and would not be back until tomorrow. By this time, Laura was becoming vexed, irritable, and hurt. She's avoiding me. Damn her, she's still... still... Laura didn't know what Ada was 'still, ' but it clearly seemed that her fear or rejection of Laura had not diminished or faded. You'd think I was going to drag her down on the. “Ready?” she asked. Mavis was unusually chatty as I drove, but she didn’t talk about what we were about to do. She’s very perceptive and had probably worked it all out for herself any way. She talked about work, the idiots in sales, the boss and the auditors. As she did she often touched my knee for emphasis, something she’d never done before. The drive was a lot more pleasant than I’d anticipated and her touch was delightful, especially with the air conditioner on. Eventually. All I could do was watch.He stared at my wife's substantial bra-covered boobs for about a minute, then moved his head down near her crotch. He paused there and after a moment of confusion I realized he could smell her arousal. After my finger play she had been quite wet.He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the knee. He gave her a shake. She stretched out her other leg, opening herself up to his view, but that was about it. Emboldened by her lack of resistance. (A Bob was a figure of speech for a shilling.) Except for Florence that is. I was appalled at how the women dressed, the cheapest and not too clean clothes, too much make up plastered on. We called them ‘Tarts’ in those days. Although they were friendly enough and quite cheerful and pleased to see their old friend ‘Maggie’, (made me think of an old song called ‘Maggie May.’ The men were different, the young ones wore crepe soled (Brothel creeper) shoes, drainpipe trousers and fingertip length.