This may sound strange, but it’s true. Celeste had mostly dealt with the fact that she was dying, and in some strange way, it had freed her. The cru...lty and hate and bitterness that she’d felt toward the world for all those unknown reasons had fled her, and she was once again the woman I’d originally fallen in love with.She smiled and laughed more than I remembered, or expected, and we found a wonderful warmth and closeness still existed between us. Celeste waited three nights before joining me. Pool duty was okay but she found it so boring, nothing ever happened, which was fine with her, so it was just a matter of staying awake and waiting for the time to pass. Or at least that was usually how it was.Even as she noticed some men who were not usually in the pool, one of them, Mister Jackson, Bill, waved to her, indicating he needed her for something. She stood at the edge of the pool, and called to him."Yes? What is it, Bill?"He put his hand behind his ear, to indicate he could not. I guessed that she'd done the same as I had and taken a bath and made as much effort to look and smell her best."In the bedroom, Mike," her voice called again. This time she didn't need to tell me to come in and when I walked in through the door she was waiting for me and kissed me really hard. She was groping for my cock as she kissed me, she was like a wild animal. She hadn't even bothered getting dressed, and was wearing just her bra and panties with stockings and suspenders. She saw the. “Not so mouthy now are you, Rat Boy?” She eventually calms down and then it’s half time and all square. We both drink more beer, one thing my holiday did give me was a tolerance to drinking lots of alcohol, Jody on the other hand looks quite flushed in the face and is very giggly after her fourth bottle. After more banter, the second half gets underway and whatever Tottenham’s manager said in the dressing room seems to have done the trick, and we score two goals in as many minutes making it a.