TBaby/Emily/Second Thursday
When Jason knocks, you're dressed and ready to go. Ronnie is in her bedroom playing and you ask him if he minds putting her to bed. One of the girls from the class has offered you a lift and you don't want to keep her waiting.
The instructor is probably the age of most of the women in the class, but you know you're not the only one who enjoys having him grab you from behind to teach you how to get away. Alice, the woman who gave you a lift, is quite well off and she insists on buying a couple of bottles of prosecco for you all to share, so by the time you set off for home, your beginning to feel the effects.
"I reckon he was getting a stiffy," she says. "Dirty old man grabbing all us young women from behind and rubbing himself against us." She is smiling as she says it, so it's obvious that she is not upset or anything.
"I didn't notice," you say.
She looks across the car at you. "I think you're his favourite, you're the only one he made do it twice."
You feel yourself blushing and you shrug, glad that you've arrived home. You thank you for the ride and head up to your flat.