“What for?”“For telling me something that’s obviously very personal and very private.”“You’re my girl now, nothing is too personal to sh...are with you.”“I like the sound of that.”“What?”“Being your girl, I like it.”“Yeah well I want you to be more than that when you divorce him.”“Are you proposing to me?”“If you’ll have me.”“You know I will and the sooner the better.”We’d met almost six months ago, through a girl friend of mine, we’d been out for a drink after work one night and she introduced me. When morning came, it chased away the clouds to let bright sunshine stream in over the bed, waking me around eight. I came to with a certain awareness of my body I'd never felt before, the throbbing in my morning wood matched by my pulsing ass, and as I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling I also became aware that I was alone in bed. That allowed me to relax a little as I sifted through the jumble of thoughts in my head- I wasn't sure what I would have done if Eric were still there- and. All I could see where two sets of bunk beds on the other side of the room, and a bucket in the corner, what I assumed to be the toilet. Then, I saw movement in the opposite corner of the room. A small shadow. I heard something come from it. W-wh-wh… Whos there?, a timid voice originating from the shadow, now clearly a person, female. I felt I had to reply, the girl clearly scared, and from what Id seen and heard in my little time here, she had good reason to be. Its okay, I replied, Im not. Love my earrings. My sandals are quite sexy and still easy to walk in. The air is a touch chill, but that's ok, it feels so good against my skin. What a wonderful evening for a mid-summer stroll.Down the front path and out the garden gate, closing it behind me, as well. It's just gone half seven, there's at least another hour and a half of daylight left. I turn left and make way for the park by the lake. This time of day there will still be some people there, but not as crowded as mid day. The.