He seemed to be in his mid-forties and was wearing a regular jacket and tie which made him seem more approachable and less intimidating than I imagine...d. He introduced himself as Dr. Carter and we shook hands and he invited me in. He assured my mother that I was in good hands and that we should be done in an hour. We stepped into his office, it was cozy, with some nice old bookshelves, a leather chair and a leather couch close to it, a big wooden desk by the window and some old paintings around. "I don't know whether to be offended or flattered, Alistair." My voice was wavering, my nerves showing through, and I hoped he wouldn't notice.There was a strange hitch in his voice too. "I ... uh ... please don't be offended. It's definitely a compliment. Here's the thing. Being near you makes me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you. Not ever. Maybe this is too fast – I don't know – but I know what I feel. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, the perfect place ... but when will it be. ’ Irene chuckled with her as they burst into the street, children hanging from them like party streamers. When they reached the opposite side of the street, Katie went into Jessie Sinclair’s to buy some cigarettes and no doubt a ‘poke’ of sweeties for the children.Irene stood with her back to the window holding their hands firmly. ‘Look at all those lovely jars! …can you tell me what’s inside them, ducks?’ The little girl scuffed her sandal along the stone plinth and under muted breath began. Eventually I saw him. He was a big strapping young white guy. Striking features in the face, huge muscles, and a nice head of hair. He was everything I was looking for in a guy, a guy who has pleasured plenty of chicks. i just had one thing left to do, I had to make sure he could give me what I wanted. He was bench pressing so I figured I'd walk by when he was getting up and cop a feel. I moved to the machine next to him. He was wearing baggy shorts so I figured this would be relatively easy.He.