Anyway I couldn't see him any more. I hoped I'd not meet him at the cashregister.I didn't need much: ground meat and vegetables as well as tomato past....And yes, the most important ingredient: garlic. I loved garlic. Wanted tosee what Mrs. Weber would say about that, I thought smirking.I survived the wait at the cash register only through bribery: Mark got abag of gummi bears. My poor change purse. But at least I didn't seeanyone else I knew, and we got home in good shape.I was really proud of. But one random photo out of this immense pile caught my eye. “Hello … what’s this?” I picked it up and showed it to my wife.“Oh shit! Gimme that!” And she made a lunge for it.I yanked it out of her reach and stood-up looking at it, mildly amazed. “This is you.”Of course it was her … but in the photo she was naked. Twenty-five years we’ve been married she’s never once let me take a photo of her naked. Not once. It was a candid shot. She was much younger, in her 20s probably, and she was kinda. But back to the point, what do you think? I’m not suggesting we force them or anything but if they seem to hit it off I could make some arrangements to, sort of, help things along.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well, you won’t know yet but this morning I told Silvio about our engagement and the journey to Italy. He wants to give us an engagement/going away party on Sunday week. They will have the opportunity to meet then. We can nudge them together by tweaking the seating arrangements. They won’t. I chatted with our friend about it and asked if he fancied another session some time and i confided that it would be fun if there was more than one stranger, anyway one Saturday morning our friend texted me if we were alright for tonight, i said i would get back to him later, i asked Shelley later if she fancied a session tonight and she said ok so i texted our friend and arranged for 9 o, clock.That evening i asked Shelley to put on her new basque and stockings for me so after a few drinks she.