Danny paused inside the tiny laundry, listening to her in the next room opening and closing a wardrobe, after having hung the damp coats. He came back... inside and found her sitting on the lounge, waiting for him. "How about a glass of wine," Alison asked, softly, "you look like you might need it." "Sure, do you want me to..." "There's some white in the fridge and some glasses in the cupboard above the sink." Soon they were drinking wine and Alison was looking at him. Danny sat forward on the. George worked out a search grid while I trained a few interested people in how to find what we needed. We had made some aerial photographs that served as maps, as one of the first projects for our earliest Zeppelins. George used these photos to plan out his search schedule. A few places looked particularly interesting, so prospectors were sent to those grids first. We would cover the whole area before we quit, but the most attractive were at the top of the list.Enough people were interested. However, she replied, ‘Of course, Mr. Thompson, consider it forgotten.’ I wish I could forget that evening myself, she though to herself. ‘Splendid. I should like to call on you again. Would that be all right?’ Finding that his visit had not been as terrible as she thought, she consented. ‘Yes, Mr. Thompson that would lovely.’ The look of satisfaction that settled on his face as soon as she spoke made her regret her words. Something is certainly not as it seems with Mr. Thompson, she thought.. So why did she feel the urge for other men? ‘Simple, I settled down too young, I have slept with five men in my entire life, well four, other than George. I want more.’ She thought. ‘I want to experience the way other men have sex, and they all fuck differently.’ But was it really worth it to blow all the years of trust and commitment she and George had built up together for a few nights of sex? Sounds fun at the time, but what about in twenty years? Would they regret their actions now? ‘Well,.