It had all been so worth it.We went to his car and with my basic directions, he took me to work. And at five o’clock he was waiting out front to pi...k me up. It was Friday evening, and my work week was over. I did not have to think about returning to the hellhole for over two days.Daniel was funny when he picked me up, he had gotten out of the car and helped me in, and then buckled my seatbelt for me. He had done that this morning too. It was nice for him to be so caring, and I didn’t think. Meanwhile, Kristina’s inner voice was chastising her: “What are you doing? Just an hour ago, you wanted him to stick his fingers in your pussy!” She collected herself and said: “I’m sorry, Julien, it’s no big deal, you didn’t do anything wrong… Come on, let’s have that coffee, it smells amazing!” They both smiled, exchanging slightly awkward glances, and took sips of espresso. Having deployed a parasol to get some relief from the hot sun, Julien sat back down and steered the conversation to. I’m divorced and a few month shy of my 50th. I have a girl (well woman really) friend. We don’t live together but meet 3-4 times a week staying at hers or mine at least 3 nights.This story starts one Saturday, Mervin & Pat were taking Noel for his first of a few planned trips to see his choice of university. They left at about 7 in the morning and were expected home about 6pm.It was about 9.30 and I’d just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell went.Normally I would have ignored it but as. She was almost sadistic in her behavior. Karen, you have to warn her about the guy she's going to fight next. He's a crazy bastard and large enough to hurt her badly. That's his intent." Don't worry, I'll tell her, but she won't have any trouble with him, I watched his first fight, He's big and strong, but slow and out of shape. He starts out slowly; almost waiting for his opponent to throw the first punch. He's a football player not a fighter. I'm more concerned with the finals; I think that.