Probably his"boyfriend". The word made him shudder.He could see that the man was tall. Much taller than Philip. With anathletic build and gait. A ...ood-looking man. Older than Philip by a fewyears he guessed. And very smart. He was wearing a suit - an expensiveone it appeared. He crossed the road in front of him and walked rightpast.Now was the time. If Philip was living here, he might be alone.He turned off the engine and stepped out. He needed to stretch his legsas he had been. Since my flat was on ground floor ,living area discussion cud be heard from outside. I asked her if she would like to sit in the bed room to avoid any undue attention. She got up and started towards the BR i followed her and then i noticed that rounded ass and catwalk. She sure was sexy.Both of us were sitting on bed with two pillows between us. When I tried taking one she stopped me saying this is a barrier and it should remain. This gave a fair idea that she is mentally prepared that this. As such, a sterile dressing had to be changed every 4-5 hours. The wound was just below the back part of my rib cage on the right side, an area I couldn't reach myself.Enter Mrs. Bell, Mom's best friend in the neighborhood.Sara lived the next street over, down a few houses from our back yard. When she learned of the dressing change issue, Mrs. Bell quickly volunteered to stop in around noon each day to change it.Boy, was I happy!Sara was a statuesque gal, her red hair cut in a short bob. She'd. She couldn't get in and Ash wisely guided her to sit in the doorway as the contractions continued. They finished with a little pop as Kim's water came gushing down her legs filling her shoes. Ash reached down and wiped her fingers in the fluid, smelled it and held it up to the light. "Great! It's clear and doesn't smell. That's really good news. Jim, go around and get in the other side, put one of the towels down on the seat and lean it back. Mike, help me get her into the car. We need to.