The view through the window is mostly rooftops and blue sky, indicating that we’re in one of Carlisle’s taller buildings (which isn’t saying muc..., as this city barely reaches five levels at its highest).This week’s guest is standing infront of her bed, still wearing her white coat from work – buttoned up high, a give-away that she’s hiding something. Her dirty blonde hair is long and loose - swept behind her shoulder on one side of her head, but infront on the other, reaching all the way down. I was happy being single, happy being Leanne’s Mum, happy being a Grandmother, happy in my job too but most perversely of all, happy being the fuck toy of an unreliable, unscrupulous man with whom I was once again at least a little in love.What was more, Pete was happier with Julie than he had been with me for years; you only had to see them together to understand that. Our children Josh, Tim and Izzy were happy with their partners too and were at least back on speaking terms with their errant. .. She’s left with a big wet smudge on her top lip and a semi-disgusted expression. Saying, with a touch of horror, “He snotted on me!” She makes a sad face and then wipes at her lip with both hands, looking more than a little disgusted. “I was not expecting that!”“Did you like it?” Asks Renae from the other end of the couch with a hint of cruelty.Fatima looks a little embarrassed, still wiping at the snotty smudge under her nose. She shakes her head a little... “No ... Not really ... But .... I chalked that up to her oddness, too. She locked on my gaze and walked over to stand directly in front of me. I sat there waiting for something, probably being kicked out to sleep in her car. “So, you don’t like me wearing a bra.” With that, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then reached back and unhooked her bra, shrugged it off to join the t-shirt. Sweet Jesus in the morning! I’d gotten lots of downblouse and armhole glimpses of some of her breast flesh.