He said "Do you want someone to scrub your back and towel you off?" I thought about it for 10 mins and then texted back "Go on then." The next bit I'm...trying to put in some chronological order from everything she told me and will be in Clare's perspective. He arrived about 11am I was just in my bathrobe. I answered the door and let him in “How you doing?” I asked “All the better for seeing you.” He replied and went to kiss me, I accepted his kiss readily and then he asked me where the bath was. .. then she said : hello! ... and gave greeting waving her hand - I said : hi … and in this moment came her turn to go to the bathroom… meantime I was waiting my turn just thinking about how to call her attention and look for more conversation with her, then she left the bathroom and saw me with a big smile ... I immediately summon up courage and asked her: are you alone or accompanied ? … would you like to have a drink with me ? - She said: I`m going to tell you the truth, i was with someone. I enjoyed those breasts against my chest and I loved the smell of her and longed to look up her skirt - I'm sorry, but that's the truth - but we parted early, as she had to be in good condition for her talk. I went home and she went to bed.The next day I managed to slip in quietly at the back of the room and watched Indy delivering her insightful, inspirational words. I realised I had been in love with her all that time. Not just in lust; I admired her, I adored her and yes, I wanted to fuck. Some of the paintings were missing. Probably hanging on my sister’s, and her prick of a husband’s, walls by now. I knew, without even looking, that the jewelry and good china would be cleaned out. I didn’t care. I was more interested in the less obvious treasures. “Looks like it’s been gone through,” Joey observed, rifling through a drawer in a writing table against the near wall. “You think?” I answered sarcastically, pausing in front of the china cabinet, my reflection staring back at me.