She sat me down and produced my collection while telling me the story about how she came to find them; moving furniture to vacuum. I remember it prett... good. She asked me where they were from and I said they were from next door. I got them off the washing line and I saw them and was just interested in a closer look. I meant to take them back but didn't know how. She asked me if I wore them and I said I didn't but She must have known I was lying as they were clearly not freshly washed. She said. I didn't really know why but I just chalked it up to typical marital stress after long years of boredom. Another thing that made me wonder why I would waste time exercising if it ended in a marriage like this at 45. My mom strode into the room and beamed at me, clearly pleased with herself. "So you excited to hear my proposition?" She was dressed in grey and pink yoga pants that sat so perfectly on her legs, they could have been painted. Her top was a matching sports bra that held her breasts. The particular place I would like to tell you about was inCroydon in late 1999. The boiler had broken, and it was up to me to see thatthe homeowner didn't freeze in the winter months.I arrived at the house and was greeted at the door by a nice attractivebrunette by the name of Mrs Green. She was about 5'10'', late 20's withshort dark brown hair and a slim figure. It was early afternoon, but shelooked as though she was going clubbing by the state of her attire. Kneehigh boots, a short black. She used the opportunity of a relocation house-hunting trip to fly to England and search for an appropriate house, while I closed out my current job. I was flabbergasted by the fact that within a week, she had found a place for us to live. And not just any place - somehow, someway she had been lucky enough to lease a guest cottage on a formal estate in Kent - and at a fairly bargain rate. It seemed a little odd, but at the time I just put it down to all of the research Julie had done and luck..