I give a half smile. My assistant, Grace, even manages to knock genteelly. I wonder, as I always do, what she would do if I didn't invite her in. But ... call to her and she enters, striding across the room toward the desk. “Good morning, Mr. Copeland.” “Hi Gracie. How are you? How's Max?” She purses her lips and looks to the floor, and I see a small blush creep up her cheek. I wonder who she's caught him screwing this time. “Gracie ...” “I have your post, Mr. Copeland.” “Gracie …” “Your post,. She was probably being overly cautious this time, but as the old saying states, "Better safe than sorry".Surrendering to my sister's superior sense of planning - or maybe her sneakier nature - I started sliding the mattress off the foot end of the bed, lifting the end I was holding up and pulling at my load until the head end of the mattress had moved the length of the bed and had dropped off the box spring onto the floor. I straightened the mattress up so it now stood on end, waiting to be. . just as if she were a bitch dog in heat... and... and Peggy was egging him on!"That's a boy, Sully darling... do it for Carol the way you did for me!" Peggy's husky voice luridly goaded. "Don't be afraid, Carol honey! It's beautiful and you're going to love it... !"Carol's desire-infused brain whirled with the incredulous salacity of it! She tried to catch a glimpse of her passionate neighbor's face, but Peggy had turned away... was reaching for something... her purse, Carol thought, giving. Well, here she is, you did ring; and here she is and you’re meeting her and; oh I say, how sweet” He could be a little patronising. The young George gave her a little box of chocolates, all he could afford; then he took her hand and they walked to the cinema.Time seemed to stand still, or speed up; whatever it was, seconds later they were coming out again. And there they were, holding hands and he walked her home and she gave him a peck on the cheek. Just the lightest of kisses, but it was.