All his other conversations were work related.The two men finished cutting out the first plywood part and went on to the next one. While they worked, ...ack considered what kind of life his neighbor was living. It didn’t sound like much of a life. He said, “It must be lonely being away from home all that time.”“Lonely is hardly the word for it. Every week I have to deal with another set of twenty strangers for seven hours a day. All conversation is associated with work. Every night, I make a. She met me at the door in a little I- don't-know-what that showed off her tits and barely covered her pussy. Made me forget all about dinner. Said I could eat her. Amazing! I had been trying for years to get that woman to open her legs to my mouth. Well we barely made it upstairs and soon I was slurping away. She started making so much noise I thought the neighbors would complain. I got her off so many times I was partly drunk on pussy juice. Finally, she stopped me and said she wanted to ask. I am not going to watch the super bowl on a tiny screen. Do you want my eyes to go bad? That’s more for me than you, baby. Honest.” Abigail pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine, but nothing else.” “Baby?” he began. “We need an espresso machine too. You know I like drinking espresso late in the afternoon.” She covered her face with her palm. “Okay. The espresso machine.” “Baby?” “Seriously?” she huffed in exasperation. He chuckled. “You just look so cute all riled up.” Her heart. I'm sure he's been up all night chewing on his fingernails, wondering it you'll ever talk to him again." Well, it serves him right." Jill, he deserves a chance."She got that flash of fire in her eyes, then relaxed. "I know." Go use the bathroom. I'm going to invite him in for a cup of coffee."She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "OK. I'll be out in a few minutes."I opened the front door and motioned for John to come in. He was out of the car and on his way up the path almost.