We arrived home travel weary; a six hour trip driving a not so modern bus is enough to wear anyone out. I had the last leg of the trip so when we got ...here Mum unloaded just the necessities while I parked the old girl around the back of the house. Locking the bus door I went into the house to find Mum in tears again. "It's alright she snivelled it's just coming into the empty house that shook me up a bit."I opened a can of soup while Mum rustled up some sandwiches. After we had eaten our fill. We did our best with the conversation over the meal, but frankly it was noticeably stilted. We were both rather shy and independent types of people and when our hands almost met together reaching for the wine bottle in between us, she jerked her arm back probably rather more forcefully and abruptly than she might have intended, almost knocking over her nearly empty wine glass. She let me be gentlemanly and pour her refill, while doing so I could see that she was mentally reproaching herself for. ” “Aww, come on,” Brent said coyly, leaning on Mark’s shoulder pretending to paw him like a cat, “you know it was only for fun.” Mark blushed, and swatted Brent lightly. “Get off me and maybe I’ll consider it.” He rose from his comfortable seat reluctantly. “I should charge you for this. You’d better learn how to cook soon or I’m going to whack you with a frying pan.” Brent just smirked. Mark decided on another omelet, since it was easy to make. He found it difficult to focus, however, while. She was good at doing that and he had never enjoyed doing it, but it was all becoming a little boring in bed. It was not that she was unwilling, rather that she was only too willing to go along with his plans, ideas, or even whims. There is just no challenge any more, he mused, So if this Rodney wants her back he can have her.“You may think you want to stay with me, but I strongly advise you to go back to your husband. There is no secure future in ‘us’,” David warned her, “Even if you were to.