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could feel the warmth of her leg against his, and he
    looked more closely at her as she sipped her tea. It was difficult to judge her
    age, but he guessed she was about mid-forties, and dressed extremely well. He
    could see the curls of her hair below her hat were tight to her head and neck
    and guessed they were the result of a recent perm, but they looked fresh and
    bouncy.
    Her makeup was immaculate, the lipstick on her wide mouth hardly
    damaged from her tea and cakes. He looked at her gleaming white cotton blouse,
    buttoned to the neck beneath her open jacket, and through a gap between two
    buttons he saw the top of her large bosom rise and lower with each breath.
    He dropped his hands to see if he could adjust his trousers
    beneath his napkin as they were now bulging with an untimely erection, but
    before he could sort the problem he heard his wife say in a polite but accusing
    tone, "There you are, I couldn't find you."
    Grant jumped to his feet, keeping the napkin before the
    offending presence of his aroused nether regions, and said, "Hello love, how
    are you? April, this is Joyce Worthington, a long-time friend and close
    neighbour of my mother some years ago." Turning to Joyce he said, "Joyce, this
    is my beautiful wife, April."
    "Pleased to meet you, I'm sure," said April, who looked
    anything but pleased. She kept pushing her long blonde hair back over her
    shoulders, then tossing her head and bringing it forward once more.
    "Hello April, I'm so pleased to meet you. Grant has been
    telling me how happy he is to be married. And just look at you, a real little
    angel with that beautiful long hair. Come and sit down here beside me, and I'll
    order some more tea," said Joyce, patting the chair to her right that was
    opposite Grant's chair.
    April put her shopping bags on the vacant chair, and sat
    down with obvious reluctance, but Joyce gave no sign that she noticed. Smiling
    at April, she said, "Did you have any luck finding a place today?"
    "No, not a thing, and I've been travelling on buses and
    trains, and now I'm quite worn out, so a cup of tea will be most welcome."
    Grant said, "Joyce has lived in Stockport for many years,
    and she's going to let us know if she hears of a nice place."
    April gave her a little smile and said, "Thank you that
    would be great."
    "Well, I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best for
    you. It sounds like you are keen to move away from Leeds."
    "You've no idea how much," said April, with a long look
    across at her husband, "I have been trying to get away from home for almost two
    years."
    "Aren't you happy there? It must be rotten, if you're
    unhappy, even living with your family. I know I couldn't wait to leave home
    myself, and married Cyril when I was only nineteen years old."
    "It's not so much that I'm unhappy living with my mum, it's
    just that I've lived there all my life, and it is time for a move before I go
    mad."
    Grant poured another cup of tea, and let the ladies take
    over the conversation while he watched them both. He tried to keep his eyes off
    Joyce's heaving bosom, which seemed larger by the minute, because he knew his
    wife's eagle eyes didn't miss a trick. She'd give him hell on the way home, if
    she thought he paid too much attention to another woman—even if it was on a
    woman more than twice her own age.
    Finally, he looked at his watch and nodded to his wife.
    Turning to Joyce as he stood up, he said, "Thank you for the tea and cakes, it
    will be our turn next time. I have to rush, because I've an appointment with a
    company in Oldham, who are keen to start a pension."
    Joyce didn't rise, but shook his hand, and then after
    shaking hands with April, she held on to her hand and said, "I'll do my best to
    find you a place, my dear, and I'll let you know the minute once comes on the
    market. I will also talk to Cyril about it, because he knows everybody in
    Stockport, and if there's a property on the market, he'll be the first to know."
    "Thank you," said