'Saturday evening waiting outside my apartment for the taxi I was feeling silly. My heart was hammering and, not for the first time, I was cross with ...yself for getting into a situation like this. I looked back up at my apartment windows and thought about going back up, scrubbing off the make-up and changing into my easy clothes for a night in front of the telly, but then the taxi pulled up.I watched the houses pass by and tried to ignore the looks the driver was giving me in his mirror. I had. Frank is not even watching for an attack. He thinks he won.She slowly twists around to get out and looks backward at Frank. If he just avoided eye contact, he may have been unscathed, but he is mortal, and actually looking forward to this small victory. He was looking directly at her when, in a soft voice and sloe eyes, she said, “Thank you very much for taking me this far. That was very kind of you. I’m sorry about the breakfast thing. It’s not your responsibility to feed me, and I normally. ‘It’s looking great, Simon,’ she was saying. ‘It really is.’I had stripped the spare room right back and today I was going to plasterboard it ready to build wardrobes in front. ‘Ah thanks, you’ve got a lovely home here, I’m only too glad to help.’‘You can do my room next,’ Abbie butted in with a smile on her lips that sent my mind into overdrive. Unlike her mother, she wasn’t ready for work yet. Abbie was still in her dressing gown – naturally a silken kimono – her hair unbrushed and she looked. I went to play morning from home so even she expected that I will not come back until eve as mum is not around. I came home and knocked, chechi opened the door. I came inside and suspected may be my cousin sisters are also with her in the house. I asked her about them and she told they have gone for film. Perfect for me. I took a shower soon. She was reading a book. I came and kissed her and stayed nearby. She left her reading and hugged me. That was enough for me and started kissing and.