But I didn't, as I approached his home I really got nervous. I pulled into his drive way and looked around I was worried someone might see me going in...o his home, even though I didn't know anyone in his neighborhood, it was sheer terror, was I coming out of the closet. How could I be, I still liked woman, I was straight, maybe, slightly bi. I knocked on the door and Jim answered, welcomed me in and I took a real good look at him, very good looking guy about 5foot ten to 6 feet tall about 200. Maybe that’s why he never did lose his Yank accent although he spent nearly all his spare time with us Limeys, as he insisted on calling most of us, in jest of course. You know the sort of thing. He’d refer to us as Limeys and we’d refer to him as the Yank, it was all in good fun. As we got older Joe and I developed a special kind of bond. Something like some brothers have between them. I knew that I could rely on Joe to back me up in an argument or ruckus, and he seemed to know by instinct. “Finish your breakfast, love.”“Okay, Daddy.”Rhiannon was pouring a mug of tea for Kat as Harry straightened up. “Any chance of coffee, Rhiannon?”“Surely. I started the machine when I heard you stirring.”Aibhilin clambered down from the booster-seat which enabled her to eat at the table. Rhiannon shook her head slightly at the precocious behaviour of her granddaughter, which Kat and Harry seemed to take in their stride. “Where are you going, young lady?”“Ca’ole.”“Ceart go leor. Don’t wake her,. ”“Sure, and I’m Lily.”“Are you going to lunch with Abby today?”“Nope: she has a doctor appointment, so I’ll stay in the BOH and have lunch with the bakers.”“Have you ever had lunch at Eataly on Ohio Street?”“No. It’s way too expansive.”“At what time you have your break?”“Noon.”“I’ll be there at 12:05. See you then. I can’t wait!”And so he leaves, waving with a hand and that grin on his face. Without asking if I wanted to have lunch with him or not. I stay there, looking at his amazing ass and.