About a year or so after you broke up with Dee - I think it was just after you married Shirley - George turned up again and asked Porticia to marry hi...m. I don't know what happened with that other tart of his; perhaps she realised what kind of a person he is. Of course, Porticia jumped at the chance and before anyone knew what was happening, they were married and living in the States."Poor old Dee was dumped, just like she was when Porticia went off on that break year. I think it was then that. He just kept looking and looking at my breasts in a brazen and veryembarrassing way. Finally, I gave up and deliberately turned my back onhim, however he then moved slightly to get a better view from the mirrorbehind the bar.I wondered what he got out of it looking at me so openly so I asked him,"Can I ask you what you're staring at?" His reply stunned me."I'm sorry I'm actually a plastic surgeon," he replied producing abusiness card. "You've obviously just had implants done but whoever didit,. He was walking back to where his borrowed horse was stabled when he thought he saw a familiar profile traversing towards him. This charming visage brought back memories of that idyllic and exhausting summer in Lesser Witteringly. At second glance, he realised it was definitely the luscious, leggy Mistress Harbury, the first of his conquests in that lubricious village (although he gladly acknowledged that any ravishing and pillaging had been very much incited by the ladies) who was approaching. Her eye makeup was done up in a smoky, evening style, with dark eyeliner and heavy eye shadow. Her lipstick was a very deep, dark red, which accentuated her blonde hair. She looked completely sultry.“Hell, Cindy,” Taylor purred. “I hear you like my artwork.”Cindy drew in her breath lightly. She couldn’t take her eyes off Taylor, and she froze, seemingly not sure what to do next.I broke the silence after some moments. “Cindy, honey,” I said softly,” why don’t you go greet our guest?”Cindy slowly.