"Shit!" Tess said. "How did you know?"The shopping was, if anything, more strenuous than walking the local golf course in the thin local air. When we ...finally called it a day, very late in the afternoon, I was exhausted. We returned to the house in our borrowed Spencer car and, once again, retired for a late-afternoon nap."I thought sure we would have gotten it on with Kim by now," Tess said when we'd both slid into the bed."Right now, I couldn't get it up for Jessica Alba," I muttered."I didn't. It had been a long, slow night and it was getting late - so late it was almost early. She was thinking about turning in for the night when she saw him watching her from across the street. She smiled to herself; he looked like just her type. She dropped the half smoked cigarette onto the pavement and stamped it out with her red stiletto shoe. Pealing herself from the wall she wiggled her hips and pulled downwards on her obscenely short skirt, to little effect. Nothing much was left to the. Now, if you really want, you can stroke my tits, but I get pleasure from feeling up tits just like you do. And if you do stroke me, that is an automatic granting of permission for me to do the same to you. And I assure you, if you grant that permission, I will take advantage of it."Sam thought about it. Did he really want to give permission to this woman, to any woman, to touch him in that way? Not that he wasn't curious as to how it felt, but he knew that if he let it happen, it would be. Once I was finished, I kissed Dad good night and went back to Dan. Mum went home this morning but her hands are still no good so I guess I’ll have to keep doing Dad’s back for a while.So last night, after I did Dad’s back, I watched some more TV with Dan which was dumb because there was a stupid show with guns shooting off and people screaming and one woman got dragged into a van and it drove off and you heard her yelling out as it drove off – and that was in the first 5 minutes. The whole.