The Stockbroker’s Tale. The Husband’s Relapse Emma came to consciousness the fourth morning with a feeling of well-being glowing throughout her bo...dy. She snuggled into the warmth of her self-satisfaction as the events of the previous night began to trickle through to her consciousness. The detail came to her piece by piece and she realised that Bill was still beside her, snoring lightly. She turned her head to look at him. He was tousled and had morning stubble on his face but he looked. I had a small grass cutting plan that summer. Work and make some money. Are neighbors were all nice folks we had the swinging couple across the street, a very sexy girl who would sunbathe in a skimmpy bikini next to us, and an older couple that lived a couple of streets up. It was a warm summer day when i was approached by the older couple, they were taking a vacation in europe and would be gone for weeks they asked if i would cut grass and house sit, I said sure. The next day I met the older. The gloom of spending another evening alone there though made it even more foreboding. Lost in these thoughts and memories, Marie did not hear the man approaching until she felt his presence almost right next to her. Startled, she whirled around to find him standing only a few feet away, simply gazing at her. Frightened a bit by his closeness and unnerving gaze, she backed a few steps away and stumbled over the roots of the tree. Quickly his hand shot out to catch her arm before she tumbled. Well, all of us.” Carla stared at her. Ana blinked. There was something she wasn’t getting. Oh … yea … “You shouldn’t blame yourself.” “I don’t.” Ok, so Carla not blaming herself for whatever this guy did, and she’s not really registering with the “oh those men” theme … Something’s missing from this picture. Maybe Ana misunderstood. “Are you having a fight with a girlfriend?” “Sorta …” “Is it over some guy? Come on, they’re totally not worth the ~” “Nooo – there’s no guy. No guys.” .