Paul had ordered a cab to take them there and he was pleased that it was punctual. As they chatted, he discovered that she didn’t have a current boyfriend and that she lived at home with her mother and 2 younger brothers. “Bring an overnight bag with you.”
“That would be wonderful, Paul,” said Jayne. He put the case into the car, and then held the door open for Jayne to get in. “Now your trousers.” She opened her case and pulled out a short pink nightie which had lace trimming all around the hem, the short sleeves, and the neckline. She immediately stopped him and pushed his head away from her. She smiled at him reassuringly and said very simply,
“Fuck me again, please Paul.”
He moved his hand to her breast, but she pushed it away. When the club closed at 2am, Paul was very much the worse for wear, but certainly not paralytic. She wanted Paul badly and was going to do everything she could to ensure that she got and kept him.
