She wants to meet up. What do I do?”Bill stared at his phone “You fucking say yes you fucking moron. Jesus H Christ what the fuck where you thinki...g of saying...?” words failed Bill.“Okay, I will. You coming over?” asked Keith.“Mate I'm halfway there.”Keith paced his tiny one bed flat “So what do I do Bill?” he said for the fifth time since Bill had arrived.“You meet up as arranged and get her over here and well...fingers crossed” Bill was trying to remain encouraging.“Yes. But what do I. The paths technically close at ten, so they should be deserted. I just have to get better at walking in these heels. That, and hope I don't run into anybody.It's slow going, but I start to get used to walking in the heels. Tiny steps.The trees are close on either side and make almost a canopy over the path until it opens up on either side. Another single lamp post lights the middle of the clearing showing a small walking bridge that goes over a tiny crick. The only way across the crick is the. The recent change in the economy has forced her to rent the basement out to compensate the recession, so she placed an ad in the local Capital paper looking to rent a portion of basement. About six people came by to check out the room, but only one seemed promising. Despite the open space in the basement, it is carpeted and has newly painted sheet-rock walls and a bathroom. Eric “the boarder” had settled in and everything was fine for the first few weeks. Then one day, I was in my room when. I call him over and i see you like the look of him. He's slightly tipsy, like you but you two get on great. In the car, you sit on the passenger seat and carry on play touching, without Jon noticing. I smile and shake my head. As we pull up to your house, you ask if we'd like to come in for a coffee. It's late but I need to stay awake for the drive home so Jon and I come in. You make a coffee while Jon and I wait in the living room. I can hear you opening a bottle of something and then try the.