What a struggle it was. I could feel the ring in my pocket, pressing against my leg as I sat there mulling over the possibilities. I knew that I had r...n out of time to ask Sandy before they arrived, but I wondered if I could do it at dinner. I knew what I wanted, and putting it off was beginning to drive me nuts.A flash of reflected light off a windshield, brought me out of my reverie and calculations. I popped up off the couch, and headed for the door. I waited for them to get just to the. I smacked him with my pillow. ‘Well, if you want to stick around here, you can help me with the dishes after breakfast.’ I finished up and he accompanied me to the kitchen. ‘Is this anyway to treat a guest,’ he grumbled as he rolled up his sleeves. ‘Your not a guest,’ I told him. ‘You’re Lin.’ He understood what I meant. We had a unique connection. Not quite family but similar in that balance of familiarity and that love/hate quality that characterized our relationship. I had been right that he. Alright – I’m no slob. I’m a runner but I’ve never managed more than this flat stomach. I lift twice a week, still, no Arnold – but I work at looking and more importantly, being fit. If they’re Ferraris then I’m maybe a 5-series BMW, except cheaper… and if there’s pizza – I’ll eat most of it.Over and above the fact that my wife’s sister is attractive (did I mention that?), which is a plus – but on the other hand - she’s a houseguest; less of a plus. It means I’m not tooling around in my robe,. I looked a state, a hot one though. I was called into the interview before I had any time to sort myself out. All I could manage was a submissive wriggle into the room. I could see the guy, the same suited guy from the train sat across the table ready to interview me. Another man in a similar style suit also sat at the table. Train guy looked younger next to the new face. The new face looked in his early 50 but like someone who worked out and looked after himself a lot. He was a silver.