. My uncle had passed away due to the coronavirus. I turned up at the crematorium to see my auntie Barbara standing there alone I walked up to her and...said where is everyone no one is coming steve because of the virus. Well I’ve drove down from Scotland this morning thinking I was going to be stopping with my mum and dad for the week but they have now told me they are in self isolation so I look like driving back home later . 10 minutes later the cremation was all over I said to my auntie. I thought, why not, a good way to get some practice, a very easy to massage and beautiful body – and her coffee had always been a special treat!I confess, my heart was beating a bit when I rang her doorbell. She gave me a peck left and right, we had coffee and chatted a bit, mostly about her husband, whom I didn’t know and who was at his job. Then I decided it was time to start, after all, I had other plans for afterwards. I prepared everything, albeit without my special massage table which I. He looked at the front grill, seeing no fog lights confirmed it was a base model Mustang.“Can I borrow that picture again?” She asked, and Dan handed it to her from his wallet. Vicky’s hand was shaking with raw emotion as she rang the doorbell. “Hide, out of the way!” she whispered.Dan stood a few steps away, his back against the outside wall, the veranda casting a shadow over them from the street light. Vicky waited, then the door opened.“Why the fuck did you ring the doorbell, the door is. “Amy will go fucking mad at me!”“Surely she’s used to it by now,” John said absent mindedly as he made notes on the sheaf of papers he was carrying.“She is! That’s the trouble,” Anita said. “She’s a f******n year old girl and her mother is out working all hours of the day and night. She hardly gets to see me.”John looked at her. She was a powerful woman. Not only because she ran a multi-million pound company but generally. She knew what she wanted and worked hard to achieve her goals. .