He shook his head to himself and strode over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped under his hands and he laid a gentling kiss on t... the nape of her neck. “Let that go, we’ll just sit them on the floor and go to bed.” His hands where massaging her shoulders, he knew she was nervous but he didn’t understand why she was so nervous with him. He moved her to the side and placed both suitcases on the floor before reaching for her again. Mitch’s hands. ‘What’ll it be, pretty?’ he asked over the holler in a outback ranger Australian accent. For some reason, the fanciest places in Stockholm all had foreign bartenders. Probably to give the place a flair of internationalism in some bizarre way. Or maybe no locals could make a decent Black Russian. She replied with a jaded smile of her own, handed over her Visa card and ordered a simple vodka tonic in her own slowly improving but still at best manageable English. On a second note, she let him keep. When I opened the envelope, I found a statement inside. It was for a loan Barbara had gotten a few years ago when we re-did our kitchen. We had both chipped in and paid it off, and now there was a zero balance.However, she had never cancelled the loan, so they kept sending her statements even though she didn't owe them anything. I almost fell over when I saw that they had raised her loan amount to twelve thousand dollars. Originally it was for seven thousand, but they must have raised it since. Mike just nodded and ran off. Helen was wondering to herself will he ever be able to talk again without stuttering and mumbling. Helen got her stuff from the changing room, pulling on a light summer dress she had in her bag, also slipped on her thongs, she had a wonderful sexy thought of Mike laying on the grass pushing up dress and pulling them to one side to lick her over sexed pussy.Helen waited a while more than ten minutes just let Mike know she wasn't a desperate wife looking for a bit on.