But I was in a predicament and I needed some advice. A friend's son had left for Basic Training and was sending his mother some cryptic messages that ...got her worried. The only person I thought to turn to was Joe, so I had to bite the bullet and send him a message.It isn't like we hadn't communicated in the year since we re-connected; it was just that it really wasn't personal stuff. Mostly just comments regarding each other's posts on the social networking site. I looked through his pictures. I suspected the choice had been a joint effort and they had excelled themselves. It was in Stretford, a short tram ride from Sale and a longer one to Altrincham. A lift to all floors. Two bedrooms.The previous tenants had made the second bedroom into a study or office. It had a desk for a computer and a phone point. To do this they had had to move the double bed into the main bedroom, which already had one and so that room was rather crowded as a result, but I didn't care; I wasn't going to. In return, Ian’s son was allowed to utilize the green’s privileges of the little-used golf membership.Aaron loved the cottage. Originally, it had been composed of just two rooms and an attached livestock shed. Aaron had closed in and partitioned the shed. The smaller portion remained as an exterior storage shed, which housed the batteries and generator that provided the electrical power. The larger portion of the shed had been converted into a bathroom. Access was provided through a doorway he. "Yeah but Tommo saw up your skirt" I added."He couldn't have!" She replied breathlessly."When you walked up the stairs, said you were wearing a white thong" I clarified."Oh my god!" She blushed "I can't believe he saw my knickers!"Anna was clearly getting worked up by what I was telling her and we kissed passionately. I reached up and cupped her ample breast through her vest top. "Does it turn you on that they were perving over you?" Yeah!" She gasped."Do you want to do more?" I asked, knowing.