Dumping the used dishes in the washing machine, we then treated ourselves to large glasses of the 103 brandy, planting ourselves side by side on the l...arge sofa. Something had changed forever!We kissed and cuddled between sips getting more mellow and relaxed as we did so, now totally at ease with each other but both tingling in anticipation of what was to come. A couple of both top and bottom buttons on the dress had somehow come undone during our embraces and once again I was impressed with. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 6 Lunch I left before Helen returned, went home and spent the next few hours trying unsuccessfully to sort out my thoughts. The following day I was tempted many times to ring Helen, wondering what had happened between she and Barbara, wanting to see her again, and, to be honest with at least myself, wanting to see Barbara too. But I didn’t and returned home that evening, my head still a confused mess. To add to everything. Iinsisted that I felt great and I was looking forward to the next fewweeks, which we both called adaptation period. In fact we spent sometimeon Sunday talking about various chores in the house nobody did for along time, like spring cleaning of cupboards in the kitchen, allbathrooms and all bedrooms excluding our daughter's bedroom which stillwas 'untouchable'. We agreed that in a few days I would present atimetable for those extra jobs to Pam for 'employer's approval' as shecalled it half. "Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back up at me and said, "God dammit. I am so fucking lonely I could cry." Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my shoulder. I felt like I was being held by a vice."You know that song you been writin' to go with that un-natural guitar he's playin' up there?" I nodded and tried.