Through the dim light, Millie could see that John, her John, was indeed bald. She reached up to touch him. Regardless of his voice, touching his head ...as proof that it was John, her husband, with a shaven head.“Oh, John. I thought you were the man next door and that you or he or someone was playing a horrible and despicable joke on me. I didn’t know it was really you.““You thought I was the guy with the muscles, tattoos, and bald head? And you beat me with the wine glass to stop him?”“Water. He was a former RAF pilot and now a widower who liked to talk and would often tell long rambling stories about his career which we never managed to escape from. It was noticeable that he was not maintaining his house and garden, paint was peeling off the property and in places there were more weeds than flowers in the garden.Ian had been a specialist radar engineer and his former employer asked him to return part-time to manage a contract so our coffee meetings stopped but Jean or I would. He wanted to run his hands up the backs of her legs, and squeeze, before giving her some gentle pats with his hand to warm her up. "Not this time," he thought to himself.He pulled the belt out in one motion. The black shiny dress belt cracked as the tip cleared the final loop. Megan turned her head to look. Her hands still on the table, "hey, we never said anything about a belt." You never said anything about being difficult," Jason said as he doubled the belt over and stepped to Megan's left. ‘ J They can’t realise we can hear or they’d die of embarrassment.’ I typed trying to be understanding. ‘If you’re worried why don’t you come to my room then?’ Jake’s suggestion was very tempting despite the risk. ‘No sex though it’s still too risky’ I insisted though God knew, I wanted to. ‘ L ’ ‘ L ’ I agreed. ‘Maybe we could just cuddle?’ Jake offered in consolation. ‘I’m on my way’ I pressed ‘send’ and as quietly as I could, rose to my feet and tiptoed across the room in the darkness.