“Yeah, my parents used to love going there. But did they tell you anything else about it?”“I don’t think so, just that it was quiet and peacef...ul, and great for sunbathing. Why?”“Oh, nothing. Right, Holkham Beach it is,” he said, reaching for his boxer shorts. “If we’re skipping breakfast we might as well get going.”*Turning left out of the cottage, Rory turned down a lane signposted towards somewhere with the rather splendid name of Stiffkey. I snorted.“Seriously, Stiffkey? Do all the villages. There is a door but usually there is just mosquito netting draping the doorway. The kitchen has a large ironwood table, big enough to feed 8, but that is not its intent. There are comfortable chairs at the table, a bar, and bar stools. Just across the bar is kitchen. It has a full refrigerator with an ice maker in the door, a propane gas stove and oven, microwave, and of course, sink. No dishwasher, sorry. The bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub, full body shower, large vanity, bidet, and commode. The. After breakfast i asked to drop her son to school. She told me that he goes by bus.I thanked her and left for my college on my bike.After a few days we became close friends. I came to know that her husband had gone to Saudi Arabia and will return after a year or so. She became very friendly with me and shared everything about her. She asked me if i had a gf, i told her all about my gf (not private things and intimate relations). My gf and she had talked to each other few times. Days passed. "I've got to going, I'm going to be late." She hurriedly grabbed her car keys and cell phone. "I've got an interview lined up for a piece I'm doing."Samantha stood up and kissed her mom goodbye. "I may not be home until late," Abby told her. "So do your homework and then the rest of the night is yours, but remember..." No going out and no friends over," Samantha finished for her, still disheartened by her weekend plans being dashed.Abby nodded and kissed her on the forehead. "Cheer up, kiddo..