Not those fights again.”Erol tilted his head, asked, “what do you mean?”The man looked up suddenly, said, “oh ... there was a nasty, months-lo...g campaign in World War I around Gallipoli. Your Ottoman forefathers tore up the Brits. Brutal fighting.”“Ah, yes,” Erol replied, “I remember hearing something about that.” He knelt down and then sat next to Tamara, said quietly, “even in this room, probably best not to go announcing that you are Americans. Lots of them, along with Brits and others, have. I arranged a meeting for all parties and the lady was impressed.She looked over the property and said she wanted to go home talk to her partner on the phone.Her partner was on an overseas trip for a few months but left the decision in her hands.We went back to that place three times.Late in that afternoon she called me and asked me to come to her home and list it for sale.They had plenty of dough so the sale of the new house did not depend on selling the old one first.I arrived on time and was. After round 4 years of marriage, I started to sometimes imaging how I would react to other men touched Nicolette, also knowing she had some sort of sex with other guys before settling down with me and becoming my property. Soon the thoughts went from jealousy to being turned on, being so attractive she turned a few heads and any red blooded male would obviously be thinking, ‘I’d like to fuck her’ or similar thoughts.I started off by questioning her prior experiences with guys. The photos were a litany of baby and toddler nakedness, kids smeared with all manner of substance, weird haircuts, hilarious school photos with ugly uniforms, first dates, outrageous perms, cutting edge hair colourings and some really ‘special’ retro fashions. They all laughed so hard there was tears coming from their eyes. Eventually calmness overcame mayhem. Soon it quietened, their mouths full with Noella’s delicious food and sipping champagne. In the quiet Prue unusually piped up. ‘I.