I cuddled up to her to give her comfort. I wasn't expecting any shagging or anything; I'm not a complete bastard. As I snuggled up behind her she sat ...up, and in a voice I'd never heard her use before shouted,"Get out of my bed, you bastard, it's your fault that they're dead!"I was astonished, both by what she said and by the hate and vehemence in the voice she had used to say it. I knew it would be a waste of time to try talking to her, so I got out of bed and went downstairs and slept in an. I set up my lair in the rear bedroom. I had my gas burner, a torch, a sleeping bag, my radio and a small TV. Anybody coming through the front door would have no idea I was there. I only had to sleepover one night. That Saturday, at about eleven in the morning, the front door was opened. I waited until the visitor had headed out into the back garden before heading out the front door and knocking on it. The door was reopened by exactly the person I was looking for."Hi, miss, I wonder if you can. So &hellip,. Why not? Pushing my misgivings aside, I took a deep breath, watching as his eyes dropped to my swelling chest. Ritchie, today is your lucky day. Meet me in the parking lot and I will follow you home. After a brief discussion, we exchanged vehicle information and agreed that I would wait for him to drive by, and then follow him home so nobody would actually see us together after work. I was very nervous as I walked out to the parking lot but at the same time, it was also very. Shouldn't someone as old as you know that?" the barkeep questioned. "Oh, well, um, you see, I came from a different country where there's a different type of money, and I am going to be here awhile cause i'm staying with my sister-in-law for a while." The barkeeper's eyebrow lowered back down to it's usual position as I spun my web of lies. He asked me a few more questions, before sending me into one of the back rooms where the contest was being held. There were a huge amount of people in that.