Paul entered the backyard and saw Mrs. Faulkner sunning herself. He was a little embarrassed that he caught her in the skimpy bikini but he also liked looking at her as she had a nice figure. He called out to her but she did not stir. He walked closer and spoke again but there still was no response. He touched her shoulder and shook her shoulder as he called out her name. He didn’t mean to but he startled her and she leapt to her feet. ‘Eeeek!’ she screamed as she jumped up thinking that an intruder was there. Clara stood there trembling naked except for the skimpy bikini bottom. Her lovely 34B breasts looked lovely and Paul just stared at them. He admired her 34-28-35 figure as he had never seen her in anything but a dress before that day. ‘Paul, you scared the daylights out of me. How did you get in here?’ ‘Sorry Mrs. Faulkner, Fred gave me the code for the gate. I rang the doorbell and knocked but there was no answer. I decided to check back here.’ ‘What do you want? Oh my God,. ” “Why on earth does he need it then? He’s not going back to work at midnight is he?” “I’m afraid that’s exactly what he plans to do. He‘s done it half a dozen times already. There’s a problem with a cash transfer and he’s got to catch New York before they close.” “So what am I supposed to do here on my own?” I asked petulantly. “You’re not on your own. Go and have dinner with your ‘Old Friend’,” he said. “Can’t I call in sick?” I asked, dreading being alone with an ex-boyfriend who even I believed I had treated very badly. “Stand up my Boss? Are you out of your mind Wendy?” Less than ten minutes later I walked through the thick glass doors of the Shard’s thirty-fourth floor restaurant and into the main dining room. I gasped; the walls were all windows; glass from floor to ceiling, the internal walls were glass too and the view across London was simply stunning. A pretty black-dressed waitress approached me. I gave her Andy’s name and she showed me to a table for two set in a private.
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