I went to pick up my suitcase but Hannah grabbed it and hoisting it on her shoulder said, ‘This way, I’ve got the van outside. ‘ We left the sta...ion and got into her van. I noticed that in the back were a number of old chairs, no doubt to become part of her stock in trade. We had only a little distance to go since Hannah’s shop was in the main street and the street itself fronted the railway line. Chapter 3. The Shop. The shop was a great surprise. Most of the commercial premises were single. The saying was not really a lie. I was a lover…a lover of good food and good books. With my soggy, tea stained shirt in hand, I gathered my courage and stepped out of the bathroom. The apologetic man was leaning negligently against the exposed red bricks of the wall. He turned as I walked towards him and he smiled at me. ‘You look much better.’ His voice was deep and soothing. ‘It must be the cut of the shirt because I don’t feel better.’ It was true, I did not feel better about my situation.. ” I tried to avoid any doing anything that would raise any suspicion on her part. Today’s events needed to remain just between Gary and me; no one else ever need know about any of this, I reasoned.Gary was already in the TV room, also dressed for an evening at home. He was wearing a pair of sweats that he had cut into shorts and a tee shirt. If I had thought about it, I would have realized that having Gary and I both dressed for bed at nine o'clock on a Saturday night would raise some. He froze as if he had seen something he did not expect. Mel stopped and I pulled out. Her mouth dropped open slightly as the head of my penis caressed the rim of her ass. She stood up from the bed, her back arching and her breasts thrusting outward as if she were some dreaded animal. I watched her plump ass cross against her legs as she walked lowly towards our neighbor. His voice began in a stutter, the chaos of a well prepared speech, "I--I'm really sick of hearing this all the..." Mel was.