He asked her if she'd do cooking and housekeeping for him. Wow, a job! She was happy to have something to do and spent a lot of time over there while ...as working.He didn't have a girlfriend so she figured he was horny. The weather was warm and she was wearing some pretty skimpy outfits. She saw that he had a crotch bulge and asked him if she was sexy. He said, "You're damn right you are!" She saw the opportunity and peeled off her few clothes. "I'm horny too so let's do something about. ‘Come on, let’s go outside,’ he suggested. Matthew’s back garden was small, but he had made it into something really special. Large shrubs gave the space privacy, and even though it was not the best season for gardening, there were winter blooms dotted here and there. We sat on outdoor chairs, chatting and drinking tea. He asked me if I was seeing anyone. I replied that it had been six months since my man had left me. I found that I could not look at Matthew upon telling him this, so focussed. Paul had spotted something tangled near the nacelle for one of the forward bow thrusters and had put on his 'duck boots' as he liked to call the suit, to do a closer inspection. It was really a pair of rubber waders embedded in an inflated collar, but the suit let him float right at the water's surface while remaining upright and high enough out of the water to do the inspections.Sure enough, there was an old, frayed snarl of nylon rope caught in a flange on the thruster's housing. A dull blue. "Same." I gave her a look of concern in an attempt at teasing her in the way she had teased me. "Don't even say it!" she blurted out. "He's not a cheater." "What ever you say," I said with a smile. "He's not." Okay." Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me. "Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager victory. "Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement. I could tell she was starting to.