I glanced around the kitchen, consciously trying to avoid being caught staring down her shirt. “You’re really good at that” Vicky encouraged, closing her eyes and scooting down to lay her head back against a cushion. The others were on the floor. She was dreaming, and I wondered if I was too. A final more fluid splutter also landed on her chest, dribbled down over her right breast and around her nipple. Vicky was arriving on Monday evening. Entering Vicky’s room I was disappointed to find the laptop lid was closed. In my haste to see if she was also asleep, I hadn’t prepared any excuse to come calling at night if it turned out she was in fact awake! I released my grip on her breast and she resumed her previous pattern. I was confused. Both women drank their tea without complaint and after 30 minutes or so we all headed to bed for the night.
