.. and it occurred to me that we could have some fun, if I can get some help.Plunging the sponge into the soapy water, I go to work on the hood. Leani...ng waaaay over, I can feel the crotch of my cutoffs wedge securely between the globes of my ass, exposing my alabaster flesh to his glance.In an effort to reach across to the center of the car, I stand on tiptoe, one foot off of the pavement, making sure that my thighs are parted so that he can get an eyeful of my freshly-shaven pussy from the. Taxis stopped for Jane Bederson! She stepped into the cab, gave her destination, and sat back. ‘Say, you are that lady, the one from the television, aren’t you?’ the driver called back to her as he maneuvered his cab into the traffic. ‘Yes, I’m that lady,’ Jane allowed. The driver smiled to himself at his own perceptivity. Jane leaned back in her seat, opened her briefcase and made herself as comfortable as possible. ‘You going to be on the television now?’ the driver asked. ‘No, but I will. .we don’t need to let anyone in on it or we’ll get busted before we have the chance to leg it.’ That night Ritchie went to sleep dreaming of freedom, Guinness and the tarts down Kings Cross. Just a few more days until he could indulge himself after five long dry years inside. Heaven. * Jerry parked the hire car outside the address his mate had given him for Rachel’s house and got out and closed the door. He looked at the small terraced cottage with a small front garden, and the ivy climbing up. Two years after graduation we ran into each other at a trade show and picked up where we had left off and a year later we had married.It wasn't a bad marriage, but it did have its difficulties. Bev and I were both career oriented and driven to achieve success in our chosen fields. That meant that at times we spent less time with each other and more time at work. There were out of town seminars to attend business trips to see clients, trade shows to work and the like. Sometimes we would go weeks.