"Oh Sweetheart, when you bellowed like a bull moose that I was pregnant and you wanted to marry me, everyone in there heard you. Your voice carries fu...ther than a fog horn." She grabbed hold of his arm when he caught up again. "Robert Burns you will never be and I love you either in spite of it or because of it."Well, here's a poem for you," he told her as he opened the car door to let her in. He hurried around to the other side and got in behind the wheel."Well? Where's the poem?" she asked. She was completely starved of affection and so it didn’t take long for her to fall under Jeremy’s spell.When he wasn’t flying to some city or other on business her father paid frequent visits to the stables to keep an eye on things and when he was away her Aunt Priscilla would be invited to stay at the house. However, one afternoon, with daddy away and the aunt taking one of her frequent naps a window of opportunity opened up.It wasn’t Jeremy who got things moving it was Charlotte. Being an. It’s an incredibly clean and crisp looking office. Nothing amazing mind you but I expected a shit little business like this to be run out of someones tool-shed. It’s was complete with receptionist and waiting area. Smooth jazz is playing in the background. I’m honestly a little impressed. It’s a bit reassuring and I walk neatly up to the service desk. A petite blond girl greets me. ‘Name and appointment please.’ ‘Oh, I don’t have an appointment, my names Isabella by the way.’ The receptionist. .. and saw the dress draped over the bed...*** ***Opening his eyes in the darkness, Matt groaned and tried to cover hisears as Sarah snored next to him. She'd taken some of her sleeping pillsagain and as always was snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Previousexperience had taught him it was useless to try and wake her when she waslike this. It was a shame too... he was feeling really horny tonight. Hedidn't know if it was the excitement of moving house, or something else,but he needed relief.