"I gotta get going, thanks for this, I did enjoy it. Obviously!" ''Well, miss I did too. Thank you. Care for a repeat someday?" "Ahhh, no I'd better...not, this is far too too risky for me." Her hip is still pressed against my crotch and my almost erect boner is slowly grinding against it. She backs up a bit and her hand gives my cock a quick squeeze and rub. "Nice," she says. "Very nice." She hugs me and I wrap my arms around her. I rub and massage her top with my wet hand, drying it on her. Our kiss broke for a moment, "You weren't ready. What's important is the here and now, and our future together."He was right. I wasn't ready until recently. I cherished our friendship throughout the years, and was grateful for the chance to explore more. We smiled at each other. He leaned in and kissed me. At that moment, the world belonged to us, and time stood still. We got lost in our kiss. The baby started crying a few minutes later, causing us to come back to reality. I looked up at him,. At least he would be among other folk. He had hardly made up his mind to do that, when his phone rang.It was Bridget McLeod.“Victor,” she sang in her Scottish lilt, “James and I were talking about your visit, and your news about your sister. Would you consider coming to us for Christmas and Hogmanay? There are going to be a few guests who come every year. Better than being on your own, and you’ve been through a wee bit of trouble from what we’ve read in the papers.”Victor was delighted. “Thank. I was perfectly happy there withmy books, music and cat!My cat; Simba was a magnificent black tom with a white front and paws.He was scared of nothing and had seen off all rivals in the street. Iwas therefore surprised, one evening, late in November, to hear Simbapawing and the door and meowing pitifully. As soon as I let him in herushed upstairs and cowered under my bed. Try as I might I could notcoax him out. Wondering what it could have been that had frightened himso much, I wandered out.