He’s quite clever at catching typos and other minor goofs that slip by me. But the main reason I asked him to proofread this story was to give me th... guy’s perspective and to judge the heat factor. I also wanted to make sure it didn’t drag on. If a story is going to be lengthy, I want it to be worth the time it takes to read it!He finished reading and smiled at me, “Excellent story!”I grinned shyly, “Is it hot enough? Is it too long?”He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. “Not too long at. 'I'm looking for Tom, the area is right, I am just not sure this is the right number, sorry if it isn't!'The line went quiet for a while, the the male voice spoke again.'This is Tom speaking, can I as who's calling please, I don't recognise your voice, I'm sorry'.I recognised his, he always smiled when he spoke, a lovely warm tone, just like now.'You probably don't remember me, its Jess', my voice broke off, he won't remember you, you stupid woman.'Long time gone Jess. I remember you, you. Most of the time a large black man would be looking at her when she ran by, as he talked to some of the homeless people, but he had heard her one day further up the path, call him a nasty nigger. he was furious, cause those who they say nigga, not nigger, so this must been another racist white bitch. well today she never saw him, and was relieved so she ran faster in joy.as she was approaching the last 1/4 mile of the trail, she collided with a huge brick of a man and fell back.... It was him,. Kirsty had found a job, which had taken her to France for the weekend. She had a four year old daughter and needed someone who she could trust to take care of her. Laura was free and stepped forward to save the day. She was left everything she would need. She just had to cook and tuck Emma in at night and read her bed time stories. It was an easy 50 pounds. As it turned out Kirsty was delayed a couple of days and sent a text to Laura, asking if she would mind looking after Emma a bit longer..