So I headed out to the garage to get back to work just as George, my neighbor, poked his head through the door."What's happenin' Fred?" Hey George, lo...g time no see. How's it hangin'?" Not bad. Hey, I just wanted to drop by and tell you how sorry me and Marge are about the divorce and all. It's a damn shame what that woman did to you." Ah, don't sweat it George, it ain't that bad. I got to keep my truck and my tools, that's all that really mattered." What about the house, if you don't mind me. When we finished dinner, we were lucky enough to catch a couple of seats at the outside bar, so we figured we'd have a drink and just relax. Without all our close friends. That's exactly what we did.After about an hour, “I'm going to stand up and kiss you. I want you to look over my shoulder at the girl sitting at the table. The one in the white dress. critique her.”So that's what she did. I saw the girl, more like a model. She was with another girl, and being harassed by men she didn't want to. There was even a concept of a working farm..."Felicity was not listening. "Bed and Breakfast? How menial! You don't think we should be so commercial, surely? Our family doesn't do COMMERCIAL!" She emphasised the word as if it was a swear word that she had difficulty producing from her mouth.Tom despaired, but tried again, "Darling, the bank is simply trying to find a good reason for granting a loan. This was an idea floated by Esme to help us out with a solution to the problem." Esme? Not that. She decided to humor him. ‘What do you want?’ His eyes darted down to her breasts, and she rolled her eyes, biting her cheeks to keep from smiling. ‘You creep,’ she joked. Jaz turned and walked away, following the flow of the crowd. He easily caught up to her, laughing. ‘Hey, I saw that smile. And there’s nothing creepy about me appreciating your body. Like art.’ She couldn’t hold it in any longer and busted out laughing. From all the flirtatious text messages he sent her, she was starting.