I followed behind her in my van. I finally gathered the courage to speak to her. "Hey." I said. I felt like an idiot. Did I really have the balls to ...o through with this. I doubted myself. "Hey!" She answered back.I had made contact. It took a whole lot of weight of my chest. "I'm new in the neighbour hood. I'm kinda lost. Could you help me?" I asked "Sure. Where ya heading" She asked.She had the voice of a southern angel. My cock grew harder. I thought for a moment.. She talked about Neil and how much she loved him, how she ached for him, how angry she was at his so-called friend who effectively killed him and then put it down to an accident, rather than his own foolishness.She talked about being unable to forgive the man, even though he had been badly injured, being on the same side of the car as Neil. She talked about the men who wanted her, and thanks to his gentle questioning gradually began to accept that some at least wanted to help her, and were not. He didn't deserve it." Well, if you feel so sorry for him, sell him back his business. That's plan-B anyway isn't it?" he said."I didn't ask him about that tonight; the time wasn't right. I did offer him the job, but that was not happening. He turned me down cold. He would never work for me now, and especially not for you," she said. "Unless, you know, he get's desperate..." Well, you knew that going in."Is he as poor as your friend said he was?" said Malcom."Yeah, he is. He's got a small. Not that everything is always perfect. Wilkerson only promised ninety-five percent compatibility. We’ve had some arguments, real ripsnorters, and man, you just want to head for the hills when she gets going! But all in all, things have been pretty good.Like she had told me, sex with her was a two-way street. She happily obliged any of my urges, but expected me to comply with hers. When she wanted to fuck, it was best if I agreed! She liked porno films, and I learned to expect her renting one.