She read avidly, and devoured all the latest books, no matter theirgenre. Thus she was an expert on everything, from fly-fishing tofurniture. "The a...uthors have researched their topics much more than youor I." She would say. "They write about what they know!" Andtherefore there were no debates, just the way things were, and that wasit. As I grew older, Dad and I used to take our conversations out intothe garden, where Mum didn't rule, and talk sports, and pubs, and othertopics of. As they sat chatting the lads took their tops off as the weather was so warm.I was sat on my chair watching and chatting to them, I was wearing a summer dress. As they sat on the grass Wayne sat opposite me and I felt a little exited so I parted my legs slightly, he could see straight up my dress, and out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking. Andy was at the side of me and I could also see him looking down my cleavage, I was turned on.As I parted my legs a little wider Wayne knelt up. Well, the assurances are rather cloudy, as I'm sure you would expect."Helen leaned forward as far as her stiff vest allowed. "Paul, you didn't get me up here on a distress call for this. Level with me. Now!"Paul leaned back against the closest desk, planting one haunch on it, looking very tense. Rummy was on the edge of his chair."Yes. Well, Helen, the reason is the accidents that occurred the last two times you were here. I won't have anything more to do with that." What did you have to do. After Jenny's death I visited John regularly. The visits formed apattern. We would talk about Jenny, with John evidently missing herterribly. I would offer friendship and comfort to try to help him moveon from his loss. Often we got rather drunk before I set off to walkhome. Over the months his mood began to lift and the visits becamesomething I looked forward to. On one of those evenings it began.I noticed a long red coat of Jenny's hanging in the hall and took it offthe hook."What a lovely.