"Just leave it to me," Amelia said, standing to go back to work.* * *Matthew waited somewhat impatiently in the car. Inside the house, Amelia was supp...sed to be trying to fuck Sarah again. If she succeeded, he was supposed to get a text message telling him to come in.His phone beeped. He looked at the screen. It was on.Nervously, Matthew made his way inside, careful to make no noise. He undressed quietly and quickly before he got to the door of Sarah's bedroom and then moved forward to peer. She was my age, smart, kept herself trim. She had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, though it was the sort that left you wondering what it looked like naked. She was vivacious, lively, had a smile which lit everything up but she had never remarried. It didn’t appear to be for want of suitors, there wasn’t a string of men or even a queue to the door. In fact she didn’t go out a great deal, but if she did go there was always a handsome man. They just didn’t last more than a few months. His dad didn't even know the box had been there. Bent over reams of excel documents busy with "month end figures" he had only muttered that the J.Russel in question was his uncle, James' great uncle, and had been the black sheep of the family. Everyone thought he was crazy, and a bit of an addict. After trying to connect the console just about everywhere in the house the only TV that seemed to work was the old Panasonic tube set in the basement. The console only played one game, with no title.. Cautiously, I slipped out, went round the back the barn and quickly scampered up the track. Every few yards, I checked behind to make sure I wasn’t being followed. The views from atop the pass are breathtaking but I never stopped: I was in a hurry, had more urgent needs. Eventually, I reached the thicket on the ridge where I always went for alone time. I always managed to relax in this spot, admiring the views and watching the sunset.Today, warm sunshine beat down on my back but I saw shower.