" Here let me get you another drink," I offered and I refilled her glass with a stronger mixture."So when did this all start?" I asked."About a year a...go," she said, "right after we got married.I hadn't heard that she had re-married but then I hadn't heard anything about her at all."At first it was just a bit silly, fun even," she smiled weakly again, "dressing up and all, didn't hurt anybody." Dressing up?" I enquired."He used to buy me these outfits to wear," she said."What sort of outfits?" I. On one or two occasions the mother made a point of drawing me in when the conversation was on a more general topic. Miranda sipped her espresso and nibbled on one chocolate square with the smallest bites I think I have ever seen. In the entire time she never said one word to me or even gave me a single look that acknowledged my presence. After about fifteen minutes the sandwiches had been consumed and the mother began gathering up plates and napkins on the tray. At that point, Miranda took up. I shoot spurt after spurt. We both take a few seconds to calm down. ‘MMMM’ she says, and takes her wet fingers and licks them. ‘Thank you for that’ she purrs. ‘Just when I think I can’t be turned on more, you find a way’ I tell her. She giggles again and gets off the counter. ‘I have to go finish’ ‘Me too’ I clean up my mess, and fix the bolt, turn back on cams, and head out. ‘Thanks Glen’ the plan manager says. ‘See you thursday?’ he asks. ‘Yea I can work from home for the other days, unless. She said, "It wouldn't be the girl I sawyou with at the Bistro and your last appointment before lunch, wouldit?" Yes, Mrs. O'Neal, it was her." So you have found yourself a lady friend Chris, someone you've justmet?" I've known her for awhile; we stay at the same apartment block." Well good luck with your relationship with her and please phone me withher contact number, so your report is complete." I will Mrs. O' Neal."I left the office and got into Patricia's car and she drove us.