Who would you say is unhappy???Hell if I know. But theremust be some though. Tell you what, there?s still about 2 hours till 11, whydon?t you go to Ha...ry?s across the road. Have some breakfast, they make a meanpancake.??That sounds like a greatidea. Thanks.??Not a problem.?????????? Mat walked out of the lobby and cross the street. He wasvaguely troubled by his talk with Terry. That the bill had turned the town intosome sort of tourist attraction was something he had not counted on. Still. I texted my husband and said, I am going out for a drink with you know who with a smiley face and a wink. Not sure when I will be home. We went to a local bar near town and sat in a secluded area away from others. It was so nice to be able to talk freely without any interruptions. While we were talking our hands would touch and when they did, we both felt the sexual energy. We were both trying to think of somewhere to go and be alone but my family is at my house and she lives with her. As I approached the house which was in a leafy street in one of the better parts of town I noticed Mrs Roberts pottering around in her well kept front garden, she hadn’t noticed me standing by the front gate as she had her back to me so I stood quietly soaking up the atmosphere.From what I could see from the back Mrs R had a slim figure, she was dressed in a tee shirt which left a gap to her baggy shorts and her legs were a nice tanned colour, her mousy brown hair blew in the gentle afternoon. He had a message from May telling him to take what he wanted. He got an empty wine box from the cellar and just before he left he got cold bottles from the fridge and filled the box. He replaced from the cellar the wines he had taken with him.He arrived at Carol’s house at five-thirty exactly. He rang the bell, and it was Dot that opened the door. She was so similar to Carol. Tall, good looking and voluptuous. She smiled and said, “Hi, you must be Tom. I am Dot. Can I help you with that? Carol.