. Wait, you’re Mrs Smith, Andrew’s mother?”“Y-yes, hold on a minute, Miss Jones? Miss Jones from the Comp?”“Yes, Michelle Jones,” said M...chelle, relaxing a little but conscious that she was wearing one of Tim’s tee-shirts and nothing else, long enough to finish halfway down her thighs.Manda Smith started laughing, “Look at me, I thought I was alone in the house, you really frightened the wits outta me!”“And I thought you were Tim,” laughed Michelle, “I was hoping he had come back home.”“So, you. Times were different then. The idea of unemployed college kids having credit cards was not even considered, but I had sufficient assets that I was sure I would get the card. Besides, American Express was not (at that time) strictly speaking a credit card. You paid off your balance every month - or else! - and couldn’t roll the balance over. Additionally, there were very few places that accepted American Express back in the early Seventies. It was almost entirely restricted to hotels and. You're really Anne O' Donnell!"Still stunned and unable to think of any other explanation, Cathy nodded her head in confirmation."This is unbelievable." he said, his voice still racing with animation. "Everyone back at school reads your stuff - both the guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan letters and you answered them. Who'd have believed I was emailing the lady down the block. I'm [email protected]"Cathy smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had been quite good and. In time, I would see him just like one of my brothers. ‘So, Maxi, how do you like my fair city? Hot enough for ya?’ he said. ‘You forget, I lived here for nine years. This will always be home to me. And it’s good to be home,’ I replied, sitting next to him. ‘ It’s your call, your night. What should we get into?’ He was quick to move the evening forward. I poured him a brandy as he sat beside me on the couch. His nearness was affecting me but I tried my best not to let it show. He finished.