"Tomorrow and Sunday, we work. You could re-do your last assignment for me? I've already left a late submission approval in the registry." OK, I've ma...de a start already." I suddenly felt interested in family life in Stuart times. I'd enjoy re-doing that assignment. Two days without distraction, without grief and worry. I felt good about it. "It'll take more than two days though. Can I see you, please? I need to eat. I could buy you dinner." And lunch. And work evenings too. I've got a mountain. I had butterflies fluttering in my tummy because the Tamil men were so forward in their approach. I dont thing they are more sexual its just their culture. The young men are rarely alone with girls without being chaperoned and the married women would never get in the situation of being alone with men for fear of the gossip and stigma. The men have a pre conceived idea from tv, films and books that European women are sexually "easy" and of course like any man they enjoy something different. I. " But we're going shopping today in London and Micky's treating me to a night in a top hotel, a meal, a dance and everything, aren't you dear?" Wow," Dolly enthused. "I'm impressed."She stayed just long enough to drink her coffee, then kissed us both goodbye and left. A strange little look passed between the two women as mum let her out, but I said nothing, one of the most important things old Charlie had taught me in the nick, was to see all and say nothing."So we're going shopping are we?". The clothes were strewn from the door to the bed, and they both landed on the bed, he on his back, she on top of him. His hand went to her pussy, where she was soaking wet, and he reveled in the soft, wet folds of skin, tugging at her sensitive clit, and fucking her with a finger, then two. Alessia was no fool, and she reached for her handbag, that she had tossed onto the bedside table. She fumbled inside for a condom, because the threat of HIV was still very real. She didn't know this.