About five seconds later my “friend” came over. Her volleyball game done with. She was older than me, I can tell that, but older women are hot. Es...ecially this one.“Were you looking at me earlier?” she says and I just smiled. This girl can speak English fluently.“Yeah. You’re hot.” I tell her simply. “I was wondering if you’d help me find my inn.”“There are many people around here who can help.”“Yeah, but it’ll be nice to walk around town with a hot girl with you.” I smile at her, “Besides. I. Initially she’d thought the battery operated genius was just to tide her over, probably for not more than three months. Three had turned to four, four had turned to six and eventually she’d had to name the gadget. D for Drought. Thirteen months along and Mr. D was still the only ‘any’ she was getting. The thirteen months probably had something to do with the hunk of a man standing before her right now, looking at her with suspicious eyes. It was thirteen months ago that she’d decided to leave. Well, after living up in the area for a few years, and going through a relatively sexless marriage for much of that time, I decided it was time to separate from my wife and start over. It was tough on the kids, but we worked out an agreement for custody that included my oldest son living with me full-time and the other children living with their mom. I moved out of our house in a decent part of town, and ended up finding an apartment in a complex that Brandy and her children also lived in. Now. You're my hero. Every girl wishes for one of their very own. But why didyou step in, he could have hurt you."I finally glanced up at her and whispered, "Because nobody else was goingto do it..."She smiled, and gently stroked my cheek wiping the tears that had finallyquit falling away. She asked, "Just what were you thinking?"I laughed softly, even though my cheek hurt some. "Probably not much...Just that I had to stop him... Did he stop messing with you?" She noddedsoftly, then I said, "Then I.