There were so many things going on in my mind, so many things to be told or not. I knew i needed to sort out things for myself first. After a long sil...nce, i took her hand in mine and said, “i am here now …everything will be just fine.”My mother-in-law died the following week.Progressively manisha was able to overcome the lost and things started to get better between us. Until it came out at me out of the blue. We had just finished dinner; manisha was reading a magazine and i was switching. We could see Candy returning with a bashful looking Kiwi. He had a big grin on his face, but he kept looking at the sand and didn’t even notice Betty bouncing up and down and waving at him.Everyone else on the beach did. Guys checked me out on a regular basis on the beach at what I would consider normal for a pretty girl. I would pretend to hate guys checking me out, but if it were a hot guy, it would stroke my ego, and even if it wasn’t, it was constant validation. I was receiving double the. ”“Whatever Brett. Thanks for your help. At least you know”“Where are you going?”“I’m going to tell him”“What? You can’t! He’ll end up killing you!”“So much for Mr. Macho from earlier!”“But really, he plays rugby he’s murder you!”“Whatever!”“Billy, no!”Now Billy was in a horny bad mood. He didn’t need the likes of short fat Brett who just fucked people whenever he liked. He now badly wanted James. He walked (in that strange limping sort of way) over to where Jamie was being interrogated by some. It was mostly the same customers every week, usually special parts deliveries that were required for urgent repairs. The clientele was mostly male and the premises were usually hotbeds of testosterone but once used to the banter and leg pulling I gradually started to be able to give as good as I got. For a 45 year old housewife, used to being called boring and dowdy, I started to really enjoy myself and secretly felt a few twinges of excitement at some of the compliments and flirting that used.