No fighting. No killing.Another mile down the road and he started to walk past other people. They treated him about as well as expected, with a few fe...t of space from the smell, and avoiding looking directly at him. He looked like a homeless beggar after all, and in Greece, that made him good as dead. Perfect.He went around Argos along one of the roads. That was simple enough; no one cared about a wandering beggar. It was when he started to approach the familiar roads of Tiryns that his heart. "It's bad from the south side of the city now too, and from the west side, plus they get most of the really bad storms there. The main problem that we have here on the east side of the city is that we get the least amount of rain of any area of the city," I reminded him."Traffic has gotten a lot worse than it was when I moved here too," Ed observed."Yes, there is a lot more traffic going through the area than when I bought the farm also. There's not a lot that we can do about it though," I. I said position your feet and relax your body, and I will guide your swing. I could smell the sweet perfume on her neck and could see plenty of cleavage below; her bra was half covering her lovely boobs and was made of a lacy design so I could see her nipples pressed flat.Slowly we went thru the motions to get her swing right before even trying to hit the ball. Each time I told her repositioned her feet and I could feel her ass pressing back and forth against my bulge which started to excite me. SHE WAS 23, HER HUSBAND WAS 27.THEY WERE RENTING A ROOM IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, HE WAS AT WORK PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE DAY, AND WHEN HE WAS NOT AT WORK, HE WAS HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS DRINKING AT THE BAR AROUND THE CORNER FROM WHERE WE LIVEDSHE WAS MOST OF THE TIME HOME, SHE HAD A PART-TIME IN THE AFTERNOONS AND ON HER DAYS OFF WHEN SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD SPEND HER AFTERNOONS IN THEIR ROOM WATCHING TV OR LISTENING MUSIC, WE WOULD JUST GREET AND THAT'S HOW MUCH WE WOULD TALKMY PARENTS WORKED AND.