She asked me what difference would it have made ? I told her that she could lean on me anytime for any support and atleast have some one to talk to wh...n she feels lonely, or depressed. She was so touched by my words, and commented that I am very considerate. I told her that I am not only considerate, but very warm and caring. Is that the reason why my id is – I said a big yes. I told her that I love meeting different walks of people, (only women of course ) and that I treat them as gentle as. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain working, she said.“What bedtime story have you got for us, Nana?” young Jessica asked, once she was tucked in.“I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age nine really isn’t too old for a good bedtime story.So Nanny sat on Jessie’s bed, with Art. Sheilahanded me an envelope and said to review the papers and to sign themis all you have to do. She would file them and not have a problemmoving on if that was my choice.Second choice is the one she said she would prefer me to pick. Iasked what it entailed and she handed me a file folder. It containedsome legal documents too, but they were different. Several papers hadour bank account information on them and I was to sign on the linesthat were previously highlighted in yellow. Sheila stated it. A cute little carhop waited on me. She had black hair in a simple flip and big brown eyes and a real happy smile and a turned-up nose. And talk about a figure! She wore a tight white blouse and tighter-than-tight black capris, and the only word you could think of to describe it was Fuck. Just that: she was the picture of a solid beautiful fuck. I made up my mind to make it, but definitely.But for all her pretty smiles and her flirtatious eyes, she played hard-to-get. I didn't even get her into.