Called Alex Merriweather, my trustee and not so incidentally, my lawyer. Alex called me and wanted to have lunch. It was important, he said.When I got...to Alex's club and asked for him, I was directed to a private room. Mr. B. was there. He stood when I came in and crossed to meet me."I'm sorry to have used Mr. Merriweather as a ruse, but I didn't know if you'd meet with me," he said."Of course I'd have met with you. You're my foster dad. You went with me to get my driver's license. You were. I was thinking of phoning the agency back as i felt a bit intimidated by him but lisa said i should give him a chance as it might seem racist to sack him for nothing .she was looking out the window at him i went over an he had his top off, he was very well built about 17 stone, but was hard working.over the next few i noticed lisa was spending a lot of time chatting with him but when i tried to join in he would make little jokes about how i wasn't as big as him an that i was a daddy boy an lisa. It was interesting my story would unfold the way it did. My wife was out of town visiting a girl friend in Detroit, and was gone for a week. My doorbell rang at about 7pm, and the step daughter was at my door with a bag. She got into a fight with the boyfriend and wanted to crash. I was annoyed because I had no interest in babysitting this 28 year old while I had the house to myself. Anyhow, it was summer, she was tanned, wearing a ridiculously short skirt, low cut top, smelled great. I let her. We chatted over the next week or two as I quickly felt very comfortable with him. I had explained to him that my wife was a bit shy about sleeping with another man and that I thought she was slowly warming up to the idea. I had mentioned Chris to my wife a few times, but I still wasn’t getting the answer I had wanted yet. Chris was absolutely great as he was very patient and volunteer to do whatever I had asked of him. Chris then came up with the idea that why don’t we meet at a local pub so my.