“Say your line...” He orders.She speaks with a slow, deliberate tone. “Hello, my name is Barbara MacDonald. I’m 57 years old. I’m a civil se...vant from Barnet.’Now Barbara is standing in the middle of their back yard. It’s a reasonable sized yard – maybe 10 meters wide, with a 6 foot high wooden fence on either side. It’s all very neat and tidy. Quick camera shots show that the rear windows of the houses on either side of the property can see into this yard.We cut back and forth from this scene. Seat ( a wooded box with a pillow) for my wife to sit on we were already running late so when we got to the hall they had all ready served food so missed out on eating there, we stayed around for a short time then left to find food there was a place close to the hall so went and had dinner.When we were done eating my wife got in the van and as soon as she did she said I have to take off my panty hose there killing me, so she stood up kind of bent over and tried to get them off but was having a. That's not going to be easy." Ah, ladies... ?" Brad tentatively interjected. "You'd be willing to live all in the same place?" I think so," Pat said craning her neck to look at him. "Do you have a problem with that?" No, of course not!" he answered quickly. "It's just that I don't want to force anyone into doing something she's not comfortable with. I'm still not sure how this would all work out." Neither do we," Grace shrugged. "We'll just have to make it up as we go along." Yeah, but I'm not. He had short, thick, salt and pepper hair and a suntanned face. Struck by the laugh lines around his piercing blue eyes, she found him mesmerising. ‘Why don’t you lock the car up and let me give you a ride? It’s not too far to town,’ he said. ‘You can get five litres of petrol and a lift back from someone at the end of the day.’ In spite of her nervousness, Cindy knew she’d few alternatives. She grabbed her purse and locked the car. Bikes had always seemed so noisy and dirty, as had their.
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