"And maybe I'm drunker than I thought, because I can't stop myself. "I love you. I'm in love with you." I feel a rush of adrenaline and it makes me tr...mble, wrapping my arms around my knees and burying my head against them, blonde hair cocooning me.There's a long silence, where I just sit and shake and shut my eyes tight, unable to look at her."Sam?" Carly's hand touches my knee gently, hesitantly, and I lift my head a little."I'm sorry. I tried to stop, I did... but I can't help it. It's. He spent most of Saturday talking to prospective candidates, choosing Bill, a seventy-three-year-old retired farm worker with the cheekiest grin imaginable.Bill turned up the first morning, his belly hanging over his trousers, the scruffiest old man I think I have ever seen. To his credit, though, as soon as I told him what needed doing, he went to work like a man half his age.The roses were hanging all over the place. He pruned them with expertise; honestly, I could learn something from this. The more that I thought of it the more the idea appealed to me. Little by little I took a more active role than he could possibly have hoped or imagined. Not only with his dressing and his make up but in other less noticeable ways. He'd put together a small wardrobe of his own, he'd kept it hidden a small suitcase in the back of his closet. This I quickly changed, insisting that it was to hang with the rest of his "normal" clothing."That way, every time you reach for a shirt you'll see a. I showered, pulled my hair up and started on my make up, dark eye liner and lipstick. I slid into the lingerie that Mandy had picked up for me, and then tugged on the Red halter dress she had picked out. It barely covered my booty and showed off tons of cleavage. I tugged on my stockings one at a time, carefully connecting each one to its garter, then I buckled my heels. Lastly I strained and fixed my hair, finally taking a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I looked good, once.