He was obviously mixed race, I would of hazarded a quick guess that he was part middle eastern or of the sort. His beard was more full than on the pic...ture too and he somehow looked less well kept than I'd imagined. Still he was here and I had to let him in. The thought that my wife had the power to turn him away entered my mind as a bit of a relief for the first time. He offered me his hand as he introduced himself. As I took it and welcomed him in I couldn't help notice how big and strong his. ”“I am sure it’ll all work out, Phil, there’s no point worrying now about what might never happen.”“Well, I hope so, Babs. Let’s just concentrate on having a great day and evening. And hopefully that will spill over into a brilliant Christmas together with our Natalie.”“All right, let’s.”“Oh, by the way, Nat’s on her way down from St. Andrews, or least she says that she’ll set out once it gets light up there. Probably about now. Silly girl, afraid of flying, while you were a flight attendant. But I needed some more daytime help, not so easy to find, so Tracy fit the bill, so to speak. "Anyhow, Lori, just help me train her, okay? It can't be that hard, and we will know soon."Between the two of us, Tracy did learn the job. Plus she drew more customers back simply by looking good. Of course she looked better off the street, with long, flowing blond hair, large breasts, and perfect legs. I knew all of this because she would come to work in her street clothes, changing to her work. . like maybe I said "Well, I'm honored!"It wasn't anything like that.Jangled was a better word. I was jangled. Every nerve ending in my body lit up like Fourth of July fireworks in the night sky. I think I actually vibrated all over for ten or fifteen seconds. I had very conflicting thoughts about this. The primary one was familiar, because I'd had it before, back when Heather and I first started living together. I was quite sure that we could never pull it off, and that people would know.