The night of despair for the both of us. It was a cruel irony for the pair of us that our meeting should be one initiated by tragedy, but that's how l...fe goes, as one door closes another door opens, or so they say.After our first cuddle in the corridor, you tried to comfort me every time you saw me. I was happy for you to do it, and I know you didn't need to. Your mum died over three months before my dad went, yet you still visited the home every day in the hope that I'd be there too. As you. Fiona's mouth found my buds in an instant her tongue and lips gorging on them as her breathing increased, " Oh A.J. I haven't done this for years. Our mouths came together, tongues exploring each others mouths as our hands continued to knead each other, Fiona's mouth tasted of cider and tobacco, but at that moment it was a wonderful taste, the scent of her femininity filled the room as it mixed with my own. Suddenly I felt her hand under my skirt, her fingers inching under my white,silk. "What?" he said agitated with the situation."Well you had a visitor this afternoon." He looked at me his mood deepening. "Who?" he asked."Amanda."This lit the blue touch paper. "You mean to say that you were prancingaround the house in Grace's clothes and my Social Worker saw you." I nodded sheepishly. "Well that's just fucking fantastic I'd be surprised if she's not puttingthe papers together just now to have Melissa taken into care. Singleparent father with crossdressing babysitter, that's. It became an argument, which turned into a full-scale shouting match. Veronica let her frustrations run loose, standing in front of Kyla with one hand on her hip and the other jabbing repeatedly on her flat-mate’s bountiful upper chest, as each point of the scathing indictment was delivered. By the time Veronica was in full spate, she had moved from the particular matter of arrogantly purloined boots, through Kyla’s failure properly to do her share of the household chores, to spread her wings.