It was the most pleasant conversation I’d ever had with Glen.“So, how did you two meet?” he asked, his eyes traveling between us, unsure where t...o look.“Your daughter introduced us actually,” Mel said delicately. “I’m not certain that she really remembers, but it was at last Christmas’s office party.”“You worked with Beth?” he said, intrigued.“Not exactly,” she said. “Beth was, um, employed by my late husband,” she admitted.That made Glen blink. “Your husband was...”She nodded. “Stan Weaver,”. .. remember, on a motorbike, you have to contend with wind-chill, equivalent to a degree drop in temperature for every mile per hour of wind-speed ... and arrived at my mother's house in Newark, Nottinghamshire, mid afternoon, after five hours. Two hours of that were spent in various cafés and service areas, thawing out.Mother opened the door. "Come in, come in! Don't let all the heat out! You must be Denise. I'm delighted to meet you. Yes. You're every bit as lovely as Joseph said on the. " I'm in your heart." I smiled as I said that. My Mom smiled also. My Mom was a beautiful woman, I'm not sexually attracted to her or anything. But I do love her, she's a perfect woman in my opinion. Sweet, kind, nice. She was beautiful on the inside, and on the outside. Even though she was in her early 40's, she still looks better than the MILF's from the Internet. Her light blonde hair, blue eyes made everyone think Dad was lucky to get her. I'm lucky to have her. I wish... well I shouldn't. He's pretty special."We went out and I saw that everyone was in the garage. It was kind of tight with the king size mattress in the middle of the floor. Alex was using a big measuring tape to get the heights of the walls and the storage platform. He noticed us and lit up."William. They want to put a second floor on this garage. Do you think these walls are strong enough?"The two of them got together and checked out some things. William seemed particularly interested in the studs in the walls..