"April hates me." I said "Yeah why is that, she adored you when she was younger?" "I have no clue, one day she's all Barbie Dolls, Pigtails and polkad...t dresses but now she's all moody and teen angst." "So does this mean you'll do it?" he asked. "Yeah but you owe me!" I said. "Sweet thanks b*o, there's $250 in the Tea Tin on my shelf take it all and the spare key's in the thing. I walked down the street, aptly named Meadow Lane due to the nearby presence of a Meadow. As I passed the air smelled. Here was a man, she thought to herself, a man who would bring her out of herself, who would give her love and security and the pleasures of the flesh.He made her feel more like a woman than anyone she had ever known and she slid her hands up along his wide-set thighs, moved them around and finally grabbed the tight muscular cheeks of his boyish ass, one in each hand.She pulled him closer to her then, squeezing his buns, feeling the way they were hard and firm, silken as a result of the almost. "It's so much nicer to just see you in person, and be able to hold you close in my arms." Martin said smiling, and putting his hand on my waist. "God I love your smile and your eyes. I could get lost just gazing into your eyes Baby." He said as he brought me closer for another kiss. We walked out of the airport holding hands ignoring the looks we got from other passengers. We got into the car and started to drive to my little one bedroom apartment. "Ok it’s at the end of the hall to the right,”. ”“Fine.”“Is Stan dead?”“Yes. I’m finished. It’s very sad.”“Is it? I guess so. I would have said bleak.”“Yes.”“But think of ‘The Drover’s Wife.’ The story or the painting. That’s bleak. And lonely. But it’s quite imposing.”“True. And you’re leaving tomorrow?”“Yes. And you?”“I’m staying here for a few more days.”“And then?”“Sydney to ‘do’ the museums and see what’s on.”“Phone me. Leave a message at the Museum and let me know where you are.”“I’ve a friend who works at the Glebe Library and lives.