He found ways to keep himself busy over the weekends, including working at the office. There was always paperwork that required his attention.March ca...e and went and the Easter weekend was spent alone. She was still working on the project and they were close to getting the difficult details sorted out, but not yet there. It was a disappointment, but Gus had become accustomed to them. For her part, Tatya had become aware of his mood and tried to smooth it over."I know you're lonely, lover. I'm. I knew enough of hurt to know that at this stage, nothing anybody could say would make the pain any easier to bear. But, at the same time, it was that same stage that began to allow for change to happen – hence his new relationship with me. Only time and personal introspection could bury it away under layers of new experiences and normal changes in life. All this I knew, yet it still left me speechless. Apparently, though, my hesitation worked to my benefit. He had noticed the lapse in the. Seeing her sweet smile, I felt suddenly reenergised - or was it something else? As I picked up the bucket of paint, my daughter came walking over to me. "Put that down," she said, "I think we've had enough work for a day." Gratefully, I put it down and went over to sit on the plush sofa. I made a big production of arranging the cushions, then laid down on it. I surveyed our handiwork - only the outside wall remained. The apartment was fully furnished on the inside, though, and had a small floor. She might be a babe, with huge knockers and a too-thin bra. She might be on her last nerve, and you could slide in under the radar, to get a date for some yummy make-her-feel-all-better time, later. You could get lucky. Not that I knew what that was like, but I'd heard guys say stuff like that.So, when I saw a woman in an orange pullover shirt, I mustered up every ounce of suave and debonair I had in me and said "Excuse me. Do you work here?"Yup. That's me. Apparently the needle for my suave.