They got the driver, of course; he was drunk, of course, and will spend some time 'at Her Majesty's pleasure' ... of course, but that didn't bring bac... the woman who was truly my 'other half'. In fact, I had frequently and sincerely referred to her as my 'better half'.Christine was a gardener; not the formal, manicured lawn, exotic flower, sort of gardener. She liked native plants and plants that encouraged wildlife. If our garden seemed a bit unkempt ... well, by some standards it was. But it. I assumed you had some sort of experience somewhere, even though it didn’t show up anywhere. So, you left some stuff off your resume; people do that all the time. You were trying to keep your private life to yourself. So yeah, Grace, I’m sorry that I poked my nose where I had no business doing so.”“Well, at least Alice will feel vindicated,” Grace remarked.Mac frowned. “Do you think I’d tell Alice?”“She has access to your email, doesn’t she?” Grace asked.“Fuck! God damn it!” Mac swore.Grace. Or maybe that was just a specific warning to me, her soon-to-be only next door neighbor. Our apartment complex was a small place, and because of some architectural error, apartments were stacked two to a floor, with a staircase and elevator being the only access to each level. Kind of like in the show "The Big Bang Theory", but not exactly. When I first moved in the layout reminded me of the setting and so that's what I best attribute it to.Needless to say, finding out I would be living next to. “I know that you want me to tell you that Abdul and I will be sharing the marital bed and you will be in the spare room while he is here.” Alistair remained silent. “You have an erection don’t you?” Alistair looked down. His bulge was prominent. “Yes.” “Is that because you know what I am going to say?” Julie asked. “Yes.” “And what am I going to say then?” Alistair looked across his room. His door was ajar and people were passing. “Difficult to speak is it darling?” “Yes it is.” .