’ Chloe sighed but she knew that there was nothing to be done in the rain. ‘I don’t want to trouble you Mr. Wilson. I know there’s not much yo... can do while it’s raining. Besides it’s an old house and I should have known better than to move in before at least having the old metal roof covered in some sort of sealant. ‘ Derek Wilson chuckled slightly. ‘I think I know exactly where you’re at. Not many fulltime homes have their original metal roofs anymore. You’re out at Hattie Johnson’s old place. So, a couple of weeks later, there we were, sitting in a semi-dark cafe, me with a mocha and her sipping an iced tea with an ungodly amount of sugar in it. It's one of her funny little quirks; she puts so much sugar in things and finds it appalling that I drink anything, coffee especially, with just a sprinkle of sugar in it. That's what I was sitting there thinking about, all the mundane pieces of trivia you get to know about each other after you've been together for so long. I was. Most people weren't too religious so she had to explain that they were at every fire with coffee and donuts for the police and firefighters. Plus they spent a lot of money feeding the poor, sending kids to camp, and helping the helpless. She stuck to her guns and this night was a two thousand dollar a plate fundraiser.As usual she was the hit of the dinner/dance function. Chris let her glow in her environment. He went off with many other men to have a brandy and a cigar. No cigarettes were. There sadly normality ends, as below the surface of respectability our hero and heroine are not what they outwardly seem. Once up in the flat, they were anything but the nicely married lovey -dovey pair they seem to the world. Let me explain. John is her master, he stands five feet seven inches, is fit but wears spectacles, and looks like super wimp, he has a kink, a worry about his partner cheating on him, he has had it since his first school boy crush went off with his bestest mate, and it.
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