"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"When she looks up at me, eyes swollen, it is obvious she has been crying. Her body is shaking and shiv...ring. When she moves, her light jacket opens, showing large damp areas on her wrinkled white blouse in the area of her nipples. The young girl is lacerating and she looks in very rough shape."Nobody can help me. I lost my baby. Then my dad threw me out of the house. I have no place to go."The back of my neck goes prickly, as the thought of anyone. She shook her head. “Hate anything Italian. Have done since World War Two. Good job they strung up Mussolini from a lamp post, that’s all I can say,” she barked. Never before had I heard such a virulent condemnation of cooking with pasta. I was about to beat a hasty retreat when she added: “I’ve got a home-made cottage pie you can have. But its tofu, not beef.”“Thank you. That would be wonderful.” Supper sorted, I accepted my neighbour’s invitation to share a drink in her kitchen, ‘A drink’. "Yes, I'm speaking to you. It's just the two of us here." Uh..sorry, sort of. I've lived here about two months now." Well welcome to the building. I'm Doris Franzen. And you are?" Conrad McCarthy." But that's a man's name!"Huge blush! Fear and confusion on his face!"Sorry. I can be a bit obtuse sometimes, nice to meet you Conrad.You make an attractive addition to our building." T..Thank you, Doris. Nice meeting you."Careful Doris! Don't scare him off. He looks very uptight. Stupid of meto make. . for ten minutes but only on our bag of coffee,I don't have to describe it in detail?)Good that you have brought those nasty clamps from you as requested, but I will not use them today, you are almost ready to squirt when we are only looking at each other and as I told you I want your spunk in my mouth, a lot of seed, a lot of seed because I've been thirsty, very thirsty for ten days now. To be sure that you are not bored while I drink you, we'll do a 69, probably you will also get something.