At that time I came to know her husband has died almost 7 years ago. And she is helping the child’s mother. I was not in the mood of listening to mo...e things. I thought of touching her hand.She told nothing about that and we started to stare at each other like a hungry animal. And immediately she left the hall and went to the bedroom there I hugged her from behind. She told didn’t resist this. And I hugged her from the front. At that time she told me to do fast and I asked what?She kissed me. Nevertheless, he did feel a littlesomething. His arms and legs were all prickly, almost likegoosebumps, but without the chill, just... well... prickly.He also felt as if his ears were burning up. Sure enough,as he looked in the mirror, he saw them a deep shade ofred, as if he had just come in from the cold. He also felttired. Very tired. The fatigue he was experiencing was morelike that after spending an entire day hiking, or golfing,or anything of the sort that has you moderately active foran. On the bottom is a salad. The plastic wrap makes the little pearly shrimp hiding amongst the lettuce and tomatoes seem to shine.She checks a couple of drawers and finds silverware and cloth napkins. In the cabinets above the counter she finds gleaming glasses, cups, and plates.Making several trips, she neatly sets the table for two, pouring both orange juices, setting the croissants between the two places. She only serves the yogurt to herself.She pauses. The table is very attractive. There is. A big, wide smile, white teeth against beautiful dark brown flesh. A keen to please smile.There’s a knock on the door behind us and Fiona, without really thinking about it, steps by our cameraman to open the door, exposing herself fully to whoever is outside. Luckily for her, and especially for us, it’s Dennis and Casanova. We can’t see Fiona’s face as she’s gone beyond us, but we hear her reaction.“Oh my Lord, he’s a beautiful dog!”And she’s crouching down infront of him. The door still wide.