It can only be one person... [Route C]

Mrs B coos coquettishly at her husband and you realise what is happening...

Mrs B thinks she is stroking her husband's leg under the table!

You don't know what to do... you can't exactly say something - it would be too embarrassing. The only thing you can do is maybe move your leg away.

Suddenly the warm sole of her foot travels up past your knee to the inside of your thigh. You try to move your leg to the left but under the tight confines of the table you bump against Mr Barshford's leg.

Mr Barshford looks down with mild annoyance as your leg knocks against his.

Mrs B's smile broadens, "Don't worry, just relax honey," she coos thinking her husband was reacting to her touch. Her big toe tickles and creeps further along the inside of your thigh, now just millimeters from your man-stick.