As the evening wore on and feeling quite hungry, we rang and booked a table at a brasserie type restaurant near Penarth, which was within walking dist...nce of our cottage. When we arrived, we could see that the place was buzzing with both French and Welsh fans. The atmosphere was terrific. We waited for what seemed like ages trying to get a barman’s attention, and needing the loo, I left Mandy to get our first drinks. On my return, I could see that four French guys who were already being. Tom was already at his desk when Suzanne arrived the next morning. He could tell the difference in her the moment she arrived in the office. Her cocky ‘I own the world’ stride had been replaced by cautious, almost timid, movements. And he knew he was the reason why. She tried not to look at him, but finally could not avoid glancing at his desk. Tom made eye contact and silently mouthed, ‘Woof, woof.’ She reddened and quickened the pace to her office. Once inside, Suzanne shut the door and. Stall one even had phones and both Rhonda's production desk and Rachel's drafting table in it. Courtney was still hooking up the 'company' computer. Stall two was a bathroom that had a long row of sinks and individual toilet cubicles with doors. There was a double shower in the corner if needed, but this was really the 'guest bath.' We still debated over whether our guests would be comfortable with a unisex bathroom for the studio. We could convert stall three into another bathroom if it became. It was sweat-plastered to his forehead, and I smoothed it back.“You scared the shit out of me,” I told him.“Scared the crap out of myself too,” he told me with a grin.I felt the tears roll down my cheek. I wasn’t even sure why I was crying. He pulled off a glove and wiped away my tears. “Hey what’s all this, I’m fine, honest.”I sniffed and asked him, “Did Bobby tell you, I’m a widow?”He looked up at me and then sat up. He moved so he was sitting on the other side of the bale so he could face.