" Is that Arthur Whitworth's son?" asked Anthony."I don't know, Dad." He was the 6th Battalion's MO (Medical Officer) on and after D-Day." In that cas... he could be. I know his father's a surgeon at St James's University Hospital in Leeds." Almost certainly."After dinner Frances shooed Mark and Victoria off to the drawing room."You can come and earn your keep by giving me a hand," she said to Anthony who huffed and puffed a bit but did as he was told."There's a reason for my bossiness," she. But something about the pace they walked made her take a second glance. Continuing to watch the person, she slowly got to her feet… wondering if she was dreaming because she didn’t believe her eyes… soon she started running towards the figure, moving as fast as she could.She ran to him not understanding how it was possible… he lived so far away… but she was over the moon, he was here… Crashing into him, wrapping her arms around his neck crying and kissing his lips. She felt his arms sliding. She called to assist her from the bathroom to the bedroom this time intentionaly i caught her boob n pressed it lightly she again said nothing it became the same for a week .The next day my mom went to my grandmas home so it was me n my aunt alone in the home so i took the opportunity n this day when she called me after laying her on the bed i first got hold of her breast then i put some courage n started caressing it first she said nothing but after a while she said its not right but i did not. He was also very handsome and well built, but i never saw his built until he moved with me. He immediately moved in with me, as he was also looking for apartments.Initially everything was normal, we used to get take outs and eat outside like friends. Even we used to drink, watching football (rugby) games. Once we had a party by one of our colleague at the club, i dressed decent short skirt and a top. Josh was also going for the same, so we shared the ride. We reached their by 8.30pm when almost.