“What can we do on Friday?”“What if we went down to the park by the river, where we went with Chrissy the other month? I think the weather will ...e fine all weekend,” I said.The others agreed with my suggestion, so all that was left for me to do was call into the fish markets on the way home from Uni on Wednesday, and pick up Georgina at her apartment on Thursday afternoon, and bring her to our place.When Georgina and I got home, Lisa and Fiona already had dinner underway; they were cooking. Again its hard to tell how farthe towel is but my husband notices that a little cheekis showing on both sides and as you massages the sidesyour hand also catch a bit of my ass.I feel a little awkward at this point because I am notsure if you’re taking a little advantage or I amimagining it. Well I continue to enjoy the great massageas you get to my legs. Now you fold the towel sides backdown and folds the bottom up a bit, it feels to me likeI am covered but I am not sure. Again my husband. Perhaps after death the dead person has to go through a grieving process as well, before they can let go and move on.“Angela, take your time. Don’t rush things.”Angela nodded. “Will you give me your address; phone number? I think I’ll need you in the coming months.”“Of course. I’d be honoured.”On the eighth night, as they came to say goodnight once again outside Victor’s room, things changed. Over the days they had said goodnight at the same place – Victor’s door – and for some nights Angela. ”A look of shock fell on her face. I do not think anyone had ever said something like that to her. She pulled back slightly then gave a sly smile. “Have you just said no to me?”“I didn’t say no, I said later. I will meet you after work.”I could not tell if she was shocked or mad. She hesitated, reached in her jeans pocket, pulled out a key, and said, “This is a key to my house. I will be home around six.”I gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned back around to my desk. After she left, I.