No, give them my number and tell them to call me," I said and saw her looking at me with a forlorn look on her face."They won't call you. They'll just...yell at me." What's that?" I asked, looking at a folder she was carrying."This is what people want me to do for them," she said, handing it to me."Have a seat, Wanda," I said as I began thumbing through the paper in the folder. "What's this?" I asked, showing her what appeared to be a cocktail napkin with scribbling on it."Mr. Barker wants me to. She could easily hide herself among the many trees. She’d always been fascinated peeing outside. She’d spray the trees, watering them with her body. She felt nurturing standing there with her underwear peeled, exposing her lips and tapering ass with a huge hot stream crashing down on the tree's bark. She imagined doing this to some of her close girlfriends, mouths wide guzzling her hot liquid. She imagined her mother’s backyard. When she visited home she still enjoyed midnight romps in the. ..”Girls, you both know how much I want this, But Beck? I can’t rush it. It has to be on his timing ... but if you feel so compelled to say something ... at times. It would surely be appreciated.”Becca, just hugged her and said...”I can’t wait to call you ... mom.” Looking at Karen, they both had tears in their eyes. She squeezed her harder as Tom rang the bell.Becca went to the door. Opened it and just about leaped into his arms. “Oh Dad ... I missed you and mo ... er I mean Mrs. Simpson has. It was not always love making, that afternoon bed: we would read or watch TV, which was entertaining since reception was intermittent! There were also hugs, caresses, cuddles and kisses before, if we’d been more energetic, a second shower before dinner.We visited Bodnant Gardens, mercifully still open at the end of October, and Conwy Castle, which for a ruin is still largely intact, and from which we could view Telford’s Suspension Bridge, and Stevenson’s Tubular Railway Bridge over the River.