It was where I'd lived with Susan, and I had this vague idea that if she did decide to come looking for me I needed to make it as easy as I could for ...er.By May, though, my landlord had enough of that; either I needed to sign a new lease or get my butt out so he could find a replacement tenant. And it was pretty apparent by then that she wasn't coming, wasn't looking. I'd always considered the place pretty much of a stop-gap while I established myself professionally, and I'd done that. So,. We set up our bags and I asked about parking. That set up, we left. Ten minutes later we were home.It was familiar and foreign. It was home, but no longer mine. Everything seemed ambiguous. Five months had brought about major change. Even stranger was meeting Steve, Sarah's current beau, and Alicia, Al's date. Steve was only a bit taller than Sarah and decidedly unathletic. Alicia was an American Amazon. Nearly two meters tall and about 80 kilos with maroon and blue hair and six or eight ear. I'd have to sort of ease into it. No sense in asking a married woman either. I didn't want to get punched in the snot locker by an indignant husband.The guys were done by five. They left me with a huge manual and no idea how to use the damned thing. I headed out to find some books, a teevee and a radio. I figured that some yellow and white checked cloth, some needles and thread would get me some curtains. I didn't want to buy any cheap furniture that I'd just end up tossing later. I was too. .....it was one of those kisses that lets you lose yourself in the feeling, the sensation of her lips, the taste of her mouth, and the exhilaration of our darting tongues, fast at times, then slow and languorous. As our tongues entwined, our bodies merged together, leaning against the side of the bridge wall, every part of us touching, her firm breasts against my chest, my growing bulge pressed against her, our legs touching, our arms pressing us tighter.The kiss endured as then our hands tried.