Jenny was this co-owner, along with her husband Jerry, of the Bize newsagents and grocer store on the corner of Strutton street.
It was an up and coming business and just six months after opening the couple took on a part time assistant called Angela. And now, a year on, Angela seemed part of the furniture.
At the rear of the shop was the store and the astute Angela began to put two and two together when, each time a delivery was made, Jenny seemed to spend ages in the store chatting up the delivery driver she called Jo.
In fact at times it got annoying because often there was a long queue of customers anxiously waiting to be served, but the problem was Jenny was her boss and it wasn't for her to tell her to get a move on.
But it came to the point that on one occasion a couple of guys started to complain bitterly about having to wait so she did a runner to the back of the shop - knowing that she should never leave the till unattended, but such was the urgency of the matter.
But she soon discovered that no way was her boss ready to help her serve in the mode in which she was already serving Jo the delivery driver.
Having already seen the couple in deep union she pretended she hadn't, closed the door just enough to leave a gap and shouted through that things were getting tense in the shop.
Sat on the edge of an old settee Jenny tried to push Jo away saying she'd better get back to help Angela, but Jo was so well committed that no way was he going to stop his action until he'd reached his Waterloo so he carried on pumping regardless.
It was Jenny who had set him up with all her French kissing and her bunching his bulge from the start. He knew he was onto a good thing and often he called by pretending he had a delivery, when the only real delivery was the parcel inside his jeans, awaiting collection.