I-I mean, I'm fine, Sano..." she muttered in that same wierdvoice. "B-But this really isn't a good time, that it isn't..." Hey, come on, I'm just hear...for some food, that's all," Sanosuke saidwith a frown. "I'm flat broke and starving. You got anythin' to eat?" N-No, Sano, lunch just finished that it did..." The rooster-headedstreet fighter blinked."Hey, Kaoru, you sure you're feelin' okay? You're starting to sound alot like Kenshin..."Another girly giggle came from the back door, as Kaoru. She was looking straight ahead, giving no visible indication to anyone, including her mom, of what she was doing. Or so I thought.I snuck a glance to my left again and again was shocked to see Heather’s left hand under her mom’s dress, apparently doing the same thing to her mom that she was allowing me to do to her.I did a double-take and just continued to stare at what was developing before my eyes. Here was my neighbor’s daughter letting me feel-her-up while she was in fact feeling up her own. That evening, after dinner, I was at a bit of a loose end. I didn’t feel like sitting around the hotel bar. There was a franchising exhibition in a nearby conference centre. Since the divorce I had been a bit restless, wondering if I should have a change of direction. I thought the exhibition might be a bit of an omen, so I took a look. I was fairly unimpressed to be honest. Most of the businesses were variations on Bodyshop, or Tierack, but there was one that caught my imagination. It was a. I sat on a chair to take off my shoes. To calm my nerves after the motorway driving W put the kettle on and made us both a welcome cup of tea. I asked how he was and had he had his lunch? He paid me a compliment and said he liked my green top. W was wearing a cream and blue/red check shirt. I handed W a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on the homemade labels. We looked through the kitchen window.