However, all isn’t as it may seem. Frank is my landlord. Five years ago his wife passed away and although he didn’t need a big house he couldn’t...bear to leave the house he shared with his wife for may years so he converted it into two flats. He is a big guy 6ft 4 and large build. I have seen photo’s of him and his wife from years back and he was a very handsome powerfully built man. In recent years his diet has obviously gotten worse and his drinking increased but he is still a powerful guy. Maybe $500 dollars in all," Carlos said."I don't want to buy any more new lumber unless there is no other way, so let's build it with Juan's roof plan. That is, if it's safe," I said."Oh it is safe, just a bitch to work on," Carlos said still hoping to change my mind."Do it then," I said. "What can we do the rest of this afternoon." We can layout the foundation lines and maybe arrange for the digging," Carlos said to me.Carlos had a friend who owned a trencher. Once the stakes and strings were. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and soft jazz music playing. Scented candles burned in various locations around the room, giving a soft glow to what lay before me. On the floor, they had created our love nest: a king-sized lair of cushions, pillows, and a mass of layered quilts and comforters. A stainless steel wine bucket with two bottles in it was sitting on the floor reflecting the flicker of the fireplace.At the sight of the women entering the room, my dick was already on high. When you have loved someone…the feeling never really dies….merely is subdued with the sands of time. When the situation presents itself…the hourglass is shattered and the sands flow freely to the floor leaving nothing hidden. My heart was pounding, palms sweaty and stomach was making me feel ill. It was like I was 20 years old again and I feelings I had when I saw her then were all back with a vengeance. Where the hell was that life lesson….believe me…I was taking notes now and paying.