” She answered, “By the way, I’m Ann.” “I’m Bill.” Was the reply. The two made their way onto the dance floor as ‘Dance, Dance, Dance�...� by Chic started to play. “Dance, dance, dance.” Ann said with a smile. “Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!” Bill repeated at the appropriate time along with the song, “I never understood what that meant though.” His partner laughed with a big grin. “I remember all these songs from when I was in high-school.” She said. “Me too.” Answered Bill, “If I had known it was disco. Jean is a widow. A petite woman very well spoken in her late sixties. We've now been neighbours for nearly 10 years and have always got on really well with her. She said I don't know how to put this but I was out in the garden on Saturday morning and I could see you in your conservatory. I said oh, I didn't see you. I wasn't ignoring you honest and laughed. She looked embarrassed and said I hope you don't think I was being nosey or spying or anything but your blinds were half open and I could. He actually told me that he could get past my fucking the guy but he was having a hard time forgiving the emotional connection that I had formed with him.”I finished with, “Fucking is just mindless sex but crossing the line between simple friendship and the bond that exists between husband and wife is a much more profound betrayal. It breaks a connection that can only exist between two people, not three. And at the time I was definitely NOT undergoing any guilt about my feelings for Murphy. So. "I'm sorry, I know. I tried talking to my Dad. Told him, Adam living with us was as appropriate as bacon sandwiches at the Middle East peace talks but he just said we will have to make do."Tabitha sighed. "But he is a racist. And he is so intolerant. And I daren't tell him our secret, can you imagine what the response would be if he found out?"Natalie sighed and looked across. "I agree. He is a fuckin' nightmare. We can't be ourselves with him around; he has to grow up or go." Yeah. Preaching.