Susan felt the tension in her arms as she slipped into the pool for her daily laps. Her company’s big project was scaling up and that meant more wor..., more stress and more knots in her shoulders.She felt her age more every time she went to the pool, (not from the workout, she kept herself in good shape, a pleasing sight for a woman expecting to be crowned a grandmother sometime in the foreseeable future) but rather she felt dismayed by the abundance of hard bodies all around her, in particular,. That was one of her sayings, always aware of my welfare and I guess hers too, those precious moments shared enjoying a heart meal, always cooked by her, and she doing always her very sexual interpretations when cleverly eating a gherkin or such, driving me mad with those obvious suggestive movements of her mouth and tongue, the was she mover her mouth to roll her food inside and then the deep swallow, her eyes focussed deep into mine, deep and asking and very suggestive, telling me how much she. I had learned that from Doctor Mercer when she helped me with my grief and despair over Birgit. I had, long ago, considered the value of being an emotionally restrained Mr. Spock, but Jennifer had steered me away from that.Having no emotions was a possible response, but probably a bad one. Bottling it all up inside would no doubt lead to the same end that Melanie had thought was the only way out. I wore my emotions on my sleeve for all to see, even if I didn’t always explain them. It was that. She rolled her eyes and I realised I had pulled. As Sarah left via the rear door to the car park I took a round of drinks to my mates table and after a couple of minutes told them I needed some fresh air. I went out the front door and made my way to where Sarah was waiting. It was an old pub and the side wall not only had no windows but the chimney stuck out so there was a nice three to four foot corner where we couldn't be seen from the road. We kissed and I could taste the spent tobacco in.