"I'm not rejecting you, Mindy. You're beautiful, but I barely know you. Right now it seems more like you need a friend, or a mother, than a lover." "I...do need a friend, and I like to have a mentor. And I feel like I know all that matters about you, Cate. You've been baring your soul and I've been soaking it in like water to a desert flower. I just feel so helpless, and you seem like the only person I can dare to trust. My marriage just feels all wrong. I need someone I can trust. My husband. So the hooter goes for dinner time and I goes to the toilet and not thinkin' I has a piss an' as I'm shakin it off, the bloke next to me bursts out laughin'! "Fuck me mate! That's like a sock full o' sand, that is"! I just blushed and smiled and stuffed me cock in me trousers an' washed me hands quick and walked out the toilets dead quick! I didn't think that he'd tell anyone, but that afternoon, some of the blokes started shoutin' "Oi! Don"? I ain't too bright so I goes, "No fellas, me name's. Yet it was so important to me - the paleness of her flesh, the surprisingly shocking width of her pink nipples, the delightful curves and the way her body drew me. She became something more in my fantasies, something raw and lewd that left me shocked at first - it became sexual rather than romantic.Her bedroom door was locked after that, as was the bathroom - I tried to barge in again to recapture that magic. It simply didn't happen.That didn't deter me though, I climbed the tree to sneak peeks. She bought herself a new outfit and insisted I dressed in my best. Compared with her normal mode of dress, which was generally a business suit or garden clothes, she looked fabulous.As soon as we walked into the party I saw Helen. She also was dressed up as I had never seen her before and she looked stunning. I walked across the room holding Dorothy’s hand with the idea of introducing her to Helen. As we approached, Dorothy and the man standing beside Helen looked at each other in great.