“We have the brown cottage in the bay on the back side of the island.” This put her cottage about a 3 minute walk through the bush behind mine. I ...anted to ask if she was up alone but I didn’t dare. “Can I help you with your groceries?” I asked, trying to be the gentleman. She got in her boat and I handed her down the groceries, trying not to stare down her top as she grabbed each bag. Every time she grabbed one out of my hands we exchanged words and she lingered, which gave me a better look at. ‘Sounds good,’ I say, gingerly taking off the sandal that I had jammed hurriedly onto the wrong foot. *** Dinner goes more smoothly than I imagined. Lilly is a great raconteur and tells lengthy yet engaging tales of her global travels and wealthy clients. She is captivating, swirling her red wine in her glass, and laughing musically. I can barely tear my eyes away from her. When I do manage, I realise Mark is equally rapt. He gazes at her with adoring puppy-dog eyes that I know for sure he has. As I was walking across the carpark, this car pulls up an' drivin' it is one of the wages clerks from the office. Lucy was her name. She winds the window down an' sez, "Hi...Larry, isn't it"? Dead posh like, "Would you like a lift into town, Larry? I'm going that way"? Now, I don't know if it was the sight of her tits pressin' against the fabric of her top, or the fact that I could see that she was wearing a short skirt, but suddenly, me cock starts to throb and stiffen an' I knew it'd be like. The same question that had been haunting him for years now began to work its awful and dangerous magic again. Was there any chance for them to continue on like this? Was he willing to forego any real passion for the rest of his life, until death did them part? Somehow he finished his work and managed to survive the small talk through dinner without thinking too much about their bland relationship. He managed to enjoy doing the dishes, then folding the week-end laundry and putting it away. He.