.. and at thirteen that seems like another century.In the stormy evening when our families go off to bed one by one, leaving us to lantern light and t...e fire burning down to glowing ashes, our eyes want to meet and detonate the charged air. But we are both suddenly afraid of something, so we agree without words to dance. His fingers at my waist feel like misplaced coals, and when the phonograph winds slowly to a stop, neither of us moves to restart it. The rushing of the rain water down the dry. In the lift my wife had rested her head on his shoulders and when we got to our landing I thanked him. He insisted on helping me get her back to my room. I opened the door and thanked him once again, this time he looked at me and asked to come in. This was a bit of a shock. Not sure what he implied but I said yes please help. We walked my wife into the room and layer her face down on the bed. Thanks mate I said again, he then asked if I needed help undress her. This was a real turn on for me so. She had heard of them but had never seen one before and had no idea how to tackle the situation. Then Pippa spoke to him; and within seconds his flashing candle was reduced to a floppy wick. And from that night on Jennie trusted Pippa implicitly. She was not only street-wise but knew the score and how to handle it.Arriving at work Jennie settled into the office that she shared with her boss. But today she was alone in the room on the 25th floor as he was out of town on business. “The working. He was visiting for the weekend and going back on the Bank Holiday Monday. We were both at our parents for Sunday lunch when the conversation turned to my brother and his works summer party and he said he was going to give it a miss after splitting from his girlfriend mum as usual on at him that he had to go and then suggested that he takes me at the time we just laughed and it was left at that.As my brother was staying with me he was making comments that it wasn’t a bad idea if I did come. I.