And, as we departed, we did encounter her wheel her trolley back into the store with only one item left in it. The first conversation in the attached ...story is verbatim as I recall it, the rest of the story is pure fiction. I have changed the names to protect the innocent and guilty alike.Shopping’s a chore I abhor, so only I accompany my wife Penny when my work shifts allow. Although we drive for a monthly stock-up at the out of town hypermarket across the county line, and a weekly trolley-ful. But now she was quite overweight and her looks had aged with her, as we drove I noticed she was wearing a light blue top with a blue jacket and blue trousers. Driving towards the gig she told me she’d been over here a few times and had made some new friends.“I quite fancy one man” “Have you asked him out” “No it’s not for me to ask” which was true as she was an old fashioned girl. We arrived and soon settled in seats near the stage, with a drink I was talking to other people, who Angela had. Her voice echoed eerily in her liquid-filled ears. The netting separated and split where the table touched it, gently depositing her on the hard surface. Once the netting was pulled from beneath her and dangled in the air on either side, the surface of the table softened and began forming itself into a slight ‘V’ shape with her buttocks at the bottom of the ‘V’. It stopped folding when each end reached a thirty-degree angle upward from where it started. Béla discovered she was much more. ?Then you better straighten up, stop feeling sorry for yourself, answer my questions fully and with some energy. I’m right in the mood to give you another 50 on your front.?Barbara reluctantly perked up.?First of all, there are less sexual things you do with your mouth, aren’t there.??Well there’s kissing.?Exactly! And what kinds???On the lips and with? tongues.? ?Right! Now demonstrate both with Andy.?As repugnant as the thought was, she leaned forward to kiss Andy, who grabbed her neck,.