There were also a dozen or so more of Shona’s friends, keeping back a group of women. Shona lifted me to her shoulders and carried me through the co...ridor and towards the stairs. I was smiling and waving as we went in a confusion of pictures being taken and shouts of “Ricky!”.Outside the building there was a police cordon behind which hundreds of women were shouting and screaming at me. This was ridiculous. I’m a mining engineer, not a Pop Star, but the reception was like a red carpet event.The. As he came closer he said his name was Mike and asked again if I was alright. I said "Well to be honest your receptionist is beautiful".He said "Yes she is and she's divorced, do you fancy her", I said "I could shag her all day", as I squimed in my seat, he looked down at me and said "I see", as he switched all the lights out except for one over my chair, he asked "Are you feeling any better", I said "A little, I might have to use your bathroom".He replied "No you won't", and with that he. “She probably creamed her pretty pink panties.”I swallowed heavily at that image. I wasn’t sure how it was happening, but the last twelve months seemed to be slipping away quickly, each of them feeling lighter and less consequential, the longer Summer sat on my lap. The heat from her thighs and bum were causing Mr. Happy to feel a little frisky, as he cared not a jot about broken or mending hearts, and gave not a toss about trying to understand everything that was being left unsaid between. “You read what,” I once again demanded an answer our to him. “You read what Corey?” Corey continued to look at the ground and I wanted to reach out to him. For being my big brother, I sure had a great desire to protect him. Corey was not the most social butterfly in the field. In fact, if it were not for me, half the time people would not know that he had a name because he rarely talked. He didn’t even talk much to our parents, I did all the talking for him. For an nineteen year old, this was.