The day trudged on. Hannah made a round of tea for the older staff and herself. Upon her return a few of the staff looked sad. One of the tenants had ...ied the night before. He was a bit of a character with a history of alcohol abuse but he was well liked. It became apparent in the next two hours that he’d left an empty spot in the diabetes support group.Hannah contacted the organisers and talked them in to taking Marion at short notice. They agreed. It was 2pm by the time Hannah gave up trying. Before I knew it, I was beside her, the words out before my brain registered the absurdity of the situation. “I would love to see you in that." She turned, her eyes on mine, her mouth rigid, expressionless. Up close, she was beautiful. Her hair hung framing her face, her fringe just above her eyes. She took a second to assess the situation. She looked around; I thought she was looking for a security guard or a shop worker. My hands were sweaty, my mouth dry. She looked back at me, a decision. "Hello Maureen. Francine not here yet?" She's getting something to drink for later since you gave her your car. She shouldn't be long." Mmm. She didn't perhaps hint at what she had planned for later did she?"Maureen laughed. "If she did, I'm not telling." Want to dance while we're waiting then. Not that I wouldn't enjoy holding you anyway but perhaps it will encourage some of these lazy bums to get up off their asses." I think there was possibly a compliment in there but I'm not sure. Yeah,. “Is anyone left in the tent?”, I asked.“No, ma’am. It is empty”, Vipin replied.“First of all, stop calling me ma’am. You can call me Nisha”, I said, smiling. “And second, come with me.”I held his hand and took him inside the tent. It was empty and we two were the only occupants. I jumped into his arms and began smooching him. My arms were wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. His hands were on my butt cheeks. He carefully laid me down on the floor and took off his clothes. He.