I knew chatting with them was not going to help, especially when I was in no mood to share my misery with any of them, but it was just an attempt to k...eep my thoughts occupied. During these chat sessions James and couple of my friends did guess that I was unhappy but since I refused to admit or reveal anything they decided not to mention it and tried to cheer me up by telling all kinds of stories and incidents.My brother, with whom I was always close and whose intimate letters I had read years. Killing the moment she whispers in my ear, telling me that I had just drove right past her house, slowly removing my hand from under her shirt she winks at me and says ‘who says it has to stop here?’ Stepping out of the car and opening the door for her she grabs hold of my hand and leads me inside her house, upstairs and into her room. Sitting me on her bed she tells me to wait a few minutes, as she needs to change into something a lot more comfy. Gaping at her ass as she walks into her. One evening we went his house and again him and Salma talked about lots of different things in life.. he had an intellectual convo with her. His wife was upstairs looking after her mum and Salma told him about the squats and that her thighs were so tight.. it was at this point I got a call.. I went out for 10min and when I came back he was massaging her thighs, and I forgot to mention she was wearing tight clothes and again we all knew he wanted her..after he massaged her thighs and I came I. He did not feel like meeting anyone and kept himself to himself for another two weeks at the house.Then with a guilty start one morning he realised he had not contacted Susan and wondered if she had needed his help. He returned to the flats and immediately went into the concierge’s office and checked the equipment. There was no tape for the top floor and the unit for that floor was off. He realised that she was saving money – after all, the units on the lower floors would have picked up any.