Auf dem Weg zur Toilette kam ich am Schlafzimmer von Lena, Mike’s Mom vorbei. Sie war seit fast 10 Jahren geschieden und hatte seither auch keinen F...reund mehr gehabt. Und obwohl sie für ihre knapp 1,60m ein kleines Bäuchlein, etwas dickere Beine und einen leicht üppigeren Hintern hatte, war sie eine sehr attraktive 38 jährige Frau. Auch war sie immer ein wenig aufreizend angezogen. Heute hatte sie eine weiße Short an, die sich eng um ihre Hüften geschmiegt hatte und wenn sie stand sah man immer. He probably thought I was flirting with him. He could see me as well as I could see him, and while I'm no supermodel, he could do worse. At 32, I stay in shape but not obsessively. My looks are good enough to have gotten me my share of boyfriends, suitors and, last time I checked, a fiance. My shoulder-length dark blonde hair still bore some semblance of the hairdo I'd worn to the office earlier in the day.The song was ending, and I heard the opening bars of "Heaven Can Wait." I hummed along to. Moments later I detected movement by the door.There stood Mrs. Dumont, her face as red as the Ferrari parked in the garage. She even had a Ferrari watch which, ironically, always ran slow. I could practically hear her heartbeat as she watched me. She then glanced down at her shuffling feet as if being cross-examined by Perry Mason. I finally broke the silence."You smell wonderful. Do you taste just as good?" There was no need for her to reply. I walked past her quivering body before stopping. ’ ‘OK, Philip, take it easy. Nobody is suggesting killing anybody. I just wanted to make it clear that, if we decided to take some action, I am not just up for it, but pretty well equipped to pull it off. And if push comes to shove, I have some pretty handy friends.’ Suddenly the mood in the room had changed. Philip felt less hopeless. He was among real friends, who would back him all the way, and take real risks for his sake. It was one of the things about RAF life that he had valued. A.