‘But Henry’s much bigger.’ ‘I know, but men have this stupid code – Henry accepts he has a height and weight advantage so refuses to punch h...rd, that allows Arnie to wallop him. Men really are small boys, aren’t they?’ ‘What, for fighting?’ ‘No, for believing in living by this thing they call ‘the code’, believing their wives are faithful to them and pretending they like children.’ ‘Yes, quite right,’ Clara smiled and then frowned. ‘That’s what’s missing from this party, children.’ Felicity. It was clearly having an effect on Tim as his shorts were poking out. I told him that after he was done I would love to have his help putting up some boxed in the attic. Tim again staring at my tits eagerly agreed. Tim got finished mowing and put the mower back in the garage. I was getting exciting and a little nervous about what I was about to happen if I had the nerve. I could feel my pussy getting a little wet. As Tim came in I gave him a drink and a towel to wipe the sweat off. I leaned in. We'd all been doing overtime that week. The new model's dies were not working out well and it took a lot more work to get it all assembled. So when I saw him, standing on his leather jacket with a pint in hand, I wanted to punch him.He looked like the only rested man. There was something, can't put it in words, something unique about him. At first I thought he might have been a student slumbing it down with us lowlife mechanics, but his face was too serious. He knew something of the hardships. .. market crashed. Only," sheyawned, "...four... houses... built! Yah. Born in one." She sat andbreathed in the vapor off her drink. She always sounded a little hoarseto me. Or was it her advanced age? I couldn't be sure."How... old are you?" Hehhhnnn!" she chuckled. "Older'n you, whippersnapper."I doubt it, I thought. "How'd you come to join the Sisters of Galileo?" Ohhhhh!!" she groaned. "Long-ass story. Too... fuckin' long. Sea'san asshole. Leave it at that."I said nothing. I.