I faced the door and could see everything she was doing. I have a massive fetish for Black stiletto pumps, single sole, no peeps. When I see a woman w...aring these CFM pumps. I go crazy and will do unimaginable things. She was a sexy thing, short, tight skirt and always wore stockings and I could see her garter bumps. The moment I saw her come in the first day, I began my planning....A few days later, a workman was doing some work off to the right, out of my view. She was talking to him as he. "All futures are unclear," I say in a sigh. "I know he goes, where yes. Not the will or will not. So, what if..." I give her a pointed look. What if he doesn't return. I leave that unsaid.Yep that's me, defender of man helping out the love lorn. What a shame, I should have done this years ago. Now if only if I could work on my own sagging love life. I think sarcastically to myself as I watch her struggle with her feelings. Her face turns back to a smile, she is a brave trouper. Then she heads. Around the time dinner started the deck became like a ghost town and with every one inside I began to stare into the sky, reflecting on my thoughts. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice her until she splashed into the water next to me, startling me. I was about to say something until I looked at her. The words caught in my throat like a fish struggling in a net. She was beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful that socially awkward kids spend dimly-lit nights peering into. Tony, by contrast, could talk about so many and different things. Once we mentioned the British Royal Family, at which he asked me if I knew the Queen and her husband were relatives. I was puzzled by this. ‘How?’ I asked. ‘They are third cousins,’ he replied. ‘What do you mean third cousins?’ I wanted to know. In our African families we do not grade cousins as anything else other than simply ‘cousin’. ‘I just means that their great-grandparents were brother and sister, son and daughter to the.