‘I don’t know how I lived before I had this!’ Karen had awakened horny. Her husband got home late the night before and got in bed without touchi...ng her, not that she wanted him to. His breath smelled of booze, and she thought she smelled the faint aroma of perfume. She didn’t care. He was a jerk! Besides, she had Tommy. She went to her nephew’s room after Dave and Kim left for work, saw him sleeping, took off her robe and got in bed with him. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, though, and now. In fact, some weeks Simon only went along to see Beth’s perfect pert bum in her track suite and she sat on the spinning machine. They met, chatted and got into the habit of having a tea in the café afterwards and a friendship grew up which was how Beth came to agree to a day’s walk in the Cotswolds with Simon. When Saturday arrived, it was a beautiful cold but sunny spring day. Beth should have worn jeans but she’d been feeling horny about the day all week, partly because she suspected that. We exited and entered the building. I noticed that it had air conditioning though it wasn’t doing much more than keeping up. We entered a large room with a large round table. The three of us were shown to places at the table.There was a placard in front of us. I looked at it and asked, “General Lee, what does it say?”“It says New Wales.”“Hand it to me.” He didn’t look happy but handed it to me. I folded it over backwards and wrote in our language, “Comfort.” I replaced the placard. General Lee. She set her plate down and turned to lean back against the counter beside me. She raised a playful brow toward me.“So, yes or no on the dance photos?” she asked.“Uh, we can try some I guess. Might as well use Shannon’s lights, since she went to the trouble of bringing them over.”“A good point. Do you have anything in particular in mind for the shots?”I looked at her for a second and shrugged sheepishly as I set the last plate in the drying rack. “I don’t. I’m not that familiar with dancing, so.