I was wide awake. My wife told her how I cried when she asked me to give up my books. My daughter told her that she’s moving too fast and she needs ...o give me time to get settled. I’m going “oh fuck! this is me they’re talking about.” After a while they quit talking and decided they needed to “wake me up” as my daughter had some where to go. I got to hold my grandson again while she was getting ready. My wife was playing with our grandaughter in another part of the house. I held him as tears. "Harry hugged her. "Yes, Mum, you are but I love you." And you're not going to admit anything," thought Mary, "but you're pretty smitten."The Easter term, or Lent term as Harry called it, did indeed give them little opportunity to see each other. Annette and her parents did take him out to lunch twice but it was not as though the two of them were on their own and able to talk freely about all the things that interested them. The Hoddinots also went to the St Matthew Passion on Palm Sunday. I would later find out she also had her pussy pierced. When Tim finally noticed he made his way to us. He began rubbing up against me & then switched over to Debbie. Paul kind of just stared in amazement & seemed a bit taken aback. He wasn't drinking as much it seemed. I noticed Debbie turnaround & face Tim. They were pretty cozy. I could see her breasts pressing firmly against his chest. I was sure he was hard.Guys around me were wanting me to dance. So I did. I noticed Paul just staring at. . . Just wanted to make sure you got everything.”Don’t sweat it. You did what I asked you to do.” He gave me a sidelong glance; his face wary, unsure of my reaction. “Harold, me and my family are eternally grateful for your help. I won’t forget it.” I gave him a reassuring smile. He then rummaged through his bag, taking out a silver thumb drive. It contained all the files he dug up including the new pictures. “Thanks.” We shook hands and parted ways.Later that evening, I read through the web.