I knew she had something to tell me and tonight my persistence had paid off.She told me about a new man in her life, a secret liaison she had been car...ying on for weeks behind her boyfriends back, she was having an affair.What made this all the more interesting was one little detail, the man in question was old enough to be her great grandfather. An astonishing 79 years old. Ok a little backstory here, as I mentioned me and Sarah go back a long way, we share a lot of things including secrets,. Now I had a legacy to leave behind after me and perhaps the fates would be kinder to this child, my son to be, otherwise our branch of the Morrissey name was just about extinct.One late spring, five years into my most pleasant exile, we were finishing up the last few bits of a channel mapping survey for the Commonwealth of the Bahamas' (and satisfying my own personal curiosity about the nature of the megalithic era submerged Bahama 'road') when we had an unusual visitor; The US Assistant. There was such an ethereal, incredible passion that exactmoment that it even affected Julie profoundly as she watched. It waslike watching Suzanne's entrance into a transcendent new world offeelings. It was remarkable that she had never been fucked before.Julie was intrigued by complex individuals. She was curious to see howSuzanne would deal with that new appetite. "Would you like to meet her," she asked brightly. "Come on." She tookhis elbow and they walked in Suzanne's direction. . I go up the hostess, telling them that I’m here for a interview with Ms. Miller and to my surprise I’m brought to a table with a woman in a well fitting black dress. Her face is hidden behind a menu, but I can smell pineapples off of her fragrance. A familiar pineapple, actually. Her menu is carefully placed down as she reaches for my hand and I can already tell that my hunch is correct:Nina is holding my interview. I could not be more damned if it were my own dead great-grandmother holding the.