"Hot burning tears filled my eyes as I stumbled to my car. I don't know how I managed to get home, for when the tears finally cascaded down my cheeks ...I could barely see to drive. On the way home I called in at a Booze R Us store, and bought six bottles of vodka and six of Jim Beam. I had finished one of each by the next morning. My descent into a hell had begun.Some days later, I don't know exactly when, I sat in The Crown — unshaven, unwashed, and drunk. Both Maggie and Alfie tried, in vain,. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.’ ‘It’s just so late.’ ‘Where did everybody go?’ I said. ‘It’s a fairly empty flight, sir. We only have about half of the seats full in coach, even.’ ‘Is that normal?’ I asked. ‘No, not at all. I heard a party of fifty decided to stay overnight. That and it isn’t travel season.’ ‘No, I suppose not.’ ‘Is there anything I can get for you?’ ‘I’m all right. Thanks for asking.’ ‘Let me know if you need something,’ she said, resting her back on the seat. ... Boom boom, Boom boom, Lottie’s heart was pounding against her ribs. Oh God! She thought, what on earth was going to happen next? She held her position as she had been told; kneeling in the centre of the kitchen floor, her head slightly bowed, her knees slightly parted and her hands at her sides with her palms upturned. She was entirely naked with her pretty round bottom resting on her heels, and her heavy 36d breasts bobbing gently with her breathing. Her long blonde hair flowed down. Cassandra had him remove his tennis shoes and she checked out the size listed inside. She disappeared through the curtains and returned with a sealed package of black nylon stockings.She opened the package and withdrew one them and showed one of them to Lance.Lance was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to get them home. Cassandra sensed his excitement and smiled."Now the only other problem does she know how to don them," Cassandra explained."There is a certain way?" Yes, there is. You don't, I.