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90%u201cI offer her a big hug or a gentle kiss on the lips instead if she will accept that.%u201d He told her.%u201cWell done. A bloody good solution,%u201d She said.They drank more wine. Two bottles in fact, as she told him about her job, or at least as much as she had learned that day. She told him about Sister Nancy and what a beautiful-looking women she was. She said she hadn%u2019t met the Dean in person yet. Finally, she said, %u201cI must be off to bed, alas. Perhaps we can stay up later together on Friday. I don%u2019t have to work Saturday or Sunday?%u201d%u201cYes. That%u2019ll be great. I look forward to that.%u201dHe watched as she left the room and listened to her climbing up the stairs to bed. Oh, what he wouldn%u2019t give to be climbing those stairs behind her and into her bed.She finished in the bathroom and went into her bedroom and was hit as though struck by a lightening bolt. He had been in here, cleaning it up, making up the bed and ensuring it was warm and welcoming for her. How bloody thoughtful of him.Oh, she thought. Had her knickers been soiled? She went to the laundry basket to dig around inside until she felt them and brought them out. She checked them. Yes. They were spoiled. A thought occurred to her. Had he? She knew what men were like.She brought them up to her face and smelt them. Sure enough, the faint smell of his aftershave was in them. He had. The cheeky bugger, she thought. He%u2019d sniffed them, but she was secretly very, very pleased, and smiled at the thought.She would give him something to sniff about, she said to herself in her head, removing her knickers of that day. She pushed the crotch of The Carer