Grab the bag and out the door. Christ where did that hour go? Traffic might be a bitch and I do notwant to be late. Made it in and across the city wi...th twenty minutes to spare. Coffee?Hell no, I'd be squirming soon enough. Found a Maccas and used theirloo. Did a quick touch up and popped a breath mint, can't be too damncareful can you, not that I'd be kissing the bastard, but even so. Firstimpressions and all that. Bloody hell, girly etiquette lessons and Ialready knew I'd be watching the. I want you to be my birthday present.” She pauses, takes a breath and fixes me with her hazel eyes. “It’s eleven fifteen so if you want me you had better take me upstairs now.” She climbs out of my car. I sit there in a daze and watch her ‘sprayed on’ jeans sway towards the lift. Before the doors open I’m beside her taking her arm and leading the way. She looks up to me and smiles. Holding Sam tight I take her key and open the door. She slams it closed and eagerly pulls me into her bedroom.. "Needless to say that shocked me (and made my pussy a little wet). Even though Lynette was a super cutie and had a smoking hot body, and all the guys wanted to fuck her, she never talked about boys. We all thought she might be a virgin.I whispered to Lynette, "Well, it looks like he'll be fucking his wife tonight," and I thought that would be the end of it.A couple of hours later, we were giving each other make-overs. I was doing Lynette's hair and make-up and teasing her about what she said. "We continued our walk stopping occasionally to look at the meadow in thelate sunset and listen to the blackbird serenade us. "I've recorded himon my phone," I pointed, "He's up there, on top of the ash tree but hehas a nest and a wife over there deep inside the shrubbery under the oak.Sometimes when I'm out here during the day, I play the recording and mosttimes he flies to the ash and starts singing back, he can't recognise hisown voice and thinks it's somebody trying to move into his.