Four buttons, then a simple parting of the wrists to lift and open. What treasure. 'God, your beautiful,' I gasped, as I took in her firm brown breast...s and the nipples already pleading with me for attention. Her nipples were purple, the colour of ripe figs. She still said nothing, as I leant forward and gently kissed first one and then the other, then more forcefully nibbling at one and fondling the other, then changing. Then a gentle kiss on the lips, and then a firmer kiss, and a first timid. Goldilocks wobbled to her feet, dried off her sweaty body and wandered back into the kitchen – Pat watched her pretty arse all the way; her gorgeous scent still in his nostrils, hoping for a repeat performance. Goldilocks picked up the package, intrigued by the Black Cat Costume logo – a picture of a jet black cat on her side, with one leg straight up in the air, furiously licking between her back legs. She ripped it open, pulling out one costume and the washing instructions, leaving the second. " I'll watch. Be careful. Those are not our regular clientele."I laughed. "Bubba, you run a shit-kicker joint. You don't have clientele." I may put in a fern," he laughed. "Be careful."I eased my way around the floor avoiding two couples already dancing. Got to the table. The two guys eyed me in a less than friendly way. Donna, it seemed, was a bit out of it."Mind if I ask the lady to dance?" I said.The older of the two said, "Sure, long as it ain't the horizontal bop."I'm thinking that this. He slammed is hand down on his desk. But hewould be damned if he'd let a stupid harpy like Britney beat him. Also,the whispering campaign she started would haunt him the rest of his life.Most people would not believe it but they would wonder and some wouldlove to believe the worst of anyone. No, he couldn't let her win. Harry would have his revenge on Britney. Andalso revenge on his wife. She had said she loved him. Some love, andtrust to fade so quickly. But what? Well, it was times like this.