Chapter Sixteen
Glenda
Twice while traveling with Fabian, Lucy met other young women she found interesting and attractive. One night in a small, noisy bar in the Post Hotel in Garmisch, she was standing behind Fabian as he tried to order their drinks when a tall blond with a magnificent figure came up behind her and literally poked Lucy’s upper arm with her more than adequate t**s, several times. The blond, who wore a white turtleneck sweater that snugly displayed her excellent rack and tiny waist, excused herself but continued to rub against Lucy as they were jostled about by the crowd. She held out her hand and introduced herself in German, but with an accent that Lucy was sure was Finnish.
“I’m Glenda,” she shouted into Lucy’s ear. “From Helsinki,” she added, laughing. Lucy thought t
