I knew this was where he kept his toy soldiers, the favorite of his few toys, which had fed his imagination and filled his time for many weeks now. He...took three of the little paint-chipped metal figures out of the drawer and examined each one, in turn, closely. Finally, he handed the one with the brightest paint to me and, in an excited voice, said, ‘Here, Raul, when you have your tree, could you put this on it so that I can share my Christmas with you?’ ‘But, Hosea, I said, I don’t have my. Have a nice night and thanks for telling me to grow up and face the music. I think they call that tough love. You've chided me twice now and both times for good. Good night Jess. You are a sweet man." ... and she hung up.She called me "sweet" two different times, and that's how Mary referred to me when I did something nice for her. A woman with no experience with men would hardly choose "sweet" to describe a man. But, the fact she called me that made me happy. I wanted to get really sweet on. I sat down at the computer desk nibbling away at the toastie as I scanned my mails, deleting the usual sales pitches and phooey money-making schemes, before replying to a couple that needed actioning. I checked the clock figuring she's not be home for a while so flicked on my normal porn resource and skimmed through until I found something that appealed, clipped in the cable that linked to the TV in the lounge and wandered into the bedroom.I slithered out of the figure hugging trouser-suit,. Her long legs stretched out on the bed. Wow, what a sight. I felt a little twitch in the trouser department.Moving to the end of the bed, I was just about to squeeze the cream onto my hand when there was a muffled ring from a mobile.Sarah half rose from the bed then realised her predicament (no bra). “I need to take that she informed me, it will be home. Can you get my bag”? By the time I passed the bag and she found her phone they had rang off. “I need to ring back”.“Do you want me to leave”?.