I promise.”I offered her a kiss on the cheek, but she turned away, opened the front door and got into her car. I watched her drive off for much long...er than it took Richard to round the first corner. Mel came to get me. Her cool hand was on my shoulder, on the bare piece of skin at the back of my neck.“Come inside, Martin. She’s still your friend.”“I really hope so, Mel.”Monday, June 29th. Sussex Gardens.After a not very restful night and a Sunday mostly spent playing with Edwin, I went to work. Once they all got their lines in the water, I delivered some more drinks and snacks. With a little free time on my hands, I immediately found Grandpa. I confided my recent activities to him while asking, “Are they normally this active on the trip?”He chuckled for a moment before commenting, “They are a very randy bunch, but they have been looking forward to young blood for a while now, and you are feeling the results.”“Oh yes,” I countered and continued, “They are all fantastic lovers and. Greg could tell there was something wrong. Cindy was saying nothing and the man was deciding whether he was going to. ‘Who’s your friend?’ ‘He was just leaving.’ ‘That’s how you want to play it, doll, OK.’ ‘You better fucking apologize before I put you in the ground,’ Greg said, slowly. The man looked at him and then Cindy. ‘Ah, it’s not worth it.’ He turned and walked away, as quickly as possible without running, looking over his shoulder to see if Greg was following. Greg said nothing.. Not even a compliment on how I looked. It was as if I was not even female, just a friend.I was certain he was not gay. He had commented on other women we saw, and once, when I went to his home for coffee, I saw a men's magazine before he hid it away in the magazine rack. So what was his problem? Was it me? Did he just not fancy me in that way? I think I started to regard him as a challenge. Besides, I had always enjoyed older men, they were so considerate. there was no rush, just lots of.