She asked about work, my fitness, gf, etc. I was trying to pull the conversation towards something steamy! A thought stuck my mind:Me: ” Sheela aunt..., aren’t you tired with all the shifting and stuff??”She: “Oh! don’t get me started! I’m doing all this by myself and its draining me completely”Me: “Good that you called me for help! But why didn’t you call me before?”She: ” I thought I could manage this but then sprained my ankle yesterday and it hurts like hell”Me: ” Do you want me to look at. "Brendan dropped his head into his hand, mimicking his father in the coffee shop without realizing it. "I can't. It's too soon." Probably so, Brendan, but you don't have the luxury of time to lick your wounds either. You have to interview for a job that is going to pay shit, treat you like shit, and scare the shit out of you. This job isn't going to be a slice of heaven." I know, dad." Brendan couldn't quite keep the resentment at being lectured out of his voice."If you get the job today, I'll. I hardly talked with anyone.Father – But it seems as if you got something. Something really special.Me – No, dad nothing. It’s just I liked my university. That’s it.Father – What did you like the most, dear? Girls? (winking at me)Me – (with shock) What are you saying, dad?Father – I was just playing with you. Ok, say what you liked.Me – (after a pause) I…I…I liked the class; the university, hmm, everything, especially teachers.Father – Teachers or teacher? (with an awkward smile)Me –. “’K”, I mumbled. I shifted my weight from welly to welly. I wiggled side to side (I have a bad back and if I stand still too long, it aches, so I have my Wiggle, which helps). I was now sideways on to him, so I took a little sidestep towards him. Sidestep (a smaller one now). I felt his arms envelop me as he pulled me in to his chest (blimey, how long were his arms?) And there I was, head on his lower chest, arms suddenly on either side of him. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t get my hands all.