It’s the same with the coffee. The over-ornate coffee machine looks like a Victorian invention that travels in time, yet she manipulates it with eas.... The mug she brings over is indeed the biggest one – it’s almost a pint. It descends with the grace of a lunar lander, alongside a small jug of milk that has condensation on the side. There’s a souvenir spoon from Hastings of all places, and three cubes of demerara sugar. These delights are arrayed before me with the care of an artist putting. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing. I thought only girls could be nurses.”Sean had a mind to leave the obnoxious sexy boy there, on the ground, but it was too late and too dark and too cold to do that.“Come on up. Don’t give me lip.”With a groan, the boy eventually pushed himself up and Sean caught him right away. He was right to be worried. The guy had difficulties walking on his own.***Sean had no idea how they’d made it up the stairs. But at least the brunet was trying to help and not be too much of. Amanda had been on site maybe 4 months and I had not spoken a word to her when we were required to work overtime on a Saturday it got to 12pm and time to knock off so me and the apprentice Tom an 18 year old from Wigan went to The G****s for a pint and to watch the horse racing. I get a tap on the shoulder "Hi it's Aiden right" it was Amanda from the office "Yeah let me get you a drink" I pulled her up a seat and got her a bottle of cider, after an hour or so chatting we all laughing and joking. I didn’t say a word and instead, I let her stay on my chest and comforted her. I missed her affection, her body warmth and everything regarding her. But I didn’t want to do it all over again. So I adjusted my seat and laid back a little and she stopped after a while. She drifted into sleep right there on my body. So did I.I could feel the warm breath and soft skin on my face. When I opened my eyes half asleep, she was holding my head and feeling my lips. She was sitting with her legs on either.