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focused on his hand stroking her breast, making her nipple hard.  The sensation was wonderful.
      “Tomorrow night, Tina, tomorrow night, I’m going to make Sheppard’s Pie, would you like that, Tina?”
      “Yes, please. I like Sheppard’s Pie.”
      “And after dinner, we’ll sit here, like this, kissing, touching.  Would you like that, Tina?”
      “Oh…oh…yes.  I like you kissing me.” She blushed and added shyly, “and I like you touching me, Lucas.”
      “Tomorrow night, darling.”  He kissed her again.  His hand left her breast and went to her waist.  She was about to take it and put it back when she realized what he was doing.  He had
    untucked her blouse, and slipped his hand up under her clothes, and his hand was back on her breast, pulling her bra cup aside, touching her bare breast, playing with her nipple.  She pressed closer to him and kissed him fiercely.  Now her tongue danced in his mouth.  Her breathing was ragged. 
      Lucas pulled his mouth from hers.  “Are you enjoying my touch, darling?  Am I exciting you?” He smiled down at her.  He knew the
    answer.
      “Oh, yes, Lucas, oh yes…”
      He had her home at half past nine, as promised.  Martine didn ’t think she would fall asleep easily but to her surprise, she fell asleep as her head hit the pillow, and she dreamed wonderful dreams, dreamed of Lucas kissing her, kissing her breasts.  Dreamed of him undressing her and touching her, touching her everywhere.
      Martine had expected Friday to drag, but it raced by.  They were very busy at the bakery, and then again at the Gallery.  Belinda came by, and they discussed the possibility of the Charity Gala.  Belinda immediately started to plan what she would wear.
      Two other students came in who had not given Martine any paintings yet, with samples.  Belinda had been busy in the morning, talking about her show, and word had spread.  Suddenly, Martine had offers of more stock than she actually needed.  But if Lucas was correct, and she thought he would be, she would need all the stock she could get.
      Lucas called her at three, to say he had a positive response from four of the five charities he ’d approached.  He told her he would be there at eight, to collect her.
      She had some customers, not an everyday occurrence. She sold three paintings.  All small sales, but cash flow. 
      A great day.
      Made better by Lucas appearing on the dot of eight, to take her home to dinner.
      Martine had made a stop between the bakery and the Gallery.  There was a lovely, expensive lingerie shop that she walked past every day on her way to and from the bakery.  She had looked in the window nearly every day, but today she had stopped in. The ’Sale’ sign in the window had draw her in. She bought a pale green lace bra, the sexiest bra she had ever owned, with a clasp in the front, and the matching panties.
      Before she had opened the Gallery at one, she had gone to her wardrobe and pulled out a pale green wrap cardigan that hugged her figure, and tied around the waist.  Penny had given it to her for Christmas the previous year.  Martine had never worn it. It would look fine with her black trousers.  Too cold for a skirt in late November, she had decided.
      At five to eight, she slipped into her room and took off the white blouse and black cardigan she wore as a sort of uniform in the Gallery.  She slipped off her trousers and panties, and stepped into the lovely green lace bikini bottom that matched her new bra.  Then, Martine unclasped
    her old bra and took it off.  She put on the new one, satin and lace, and clasped it shut.  Martine looked in her mirror. 
      She was surprised at how these new bits of lace and satin, pale green against her fair skin, suited her.  The bra created quite a cleavage, and the panties, cut high, made her legs go on and on…as if she were a model, she thought.  She smiled at her reflection. 
      She did not think