"Why, thank you, Mr Guthrie!" Please, call me James."About half an hour, and four introductions later, Jake stuck his headout for a look around and I ...waved him over. I left Duncan, the latestintro, with my 'office number' and headed toward Jake to help with hisbags. As I got close I realised I needn't have bothered. Jake wasabout half a foot taller than me, and maybe a foot wider at theshoulder. He was carrying a rucksack, full, by both straps in one hand.For all his size though, his blond,. It was on my 36th birthday last year when things began to change. Ken had taken me out to our favourite restaurant which is a part of a small country hotel about 25 miles from where we live. He drove us there in his Jaguar and of course it was expected that I would be driving back, he having had too much to drink as usual. When we arrived I was not very pleased to find that our small intimate restaurant had been taken over for the evening by a large party of rugby supporters who were on their. Taking a deep breath, I looked around again, spotting a building withmirror finished windows just behind me. I immediately moved closer,stopping only once I was able to see my own image reflected back fromthose mirror finished windows. Or at least the image of the Avatar thatI was using.The woman who was reflected back looked to be in her early to midtwenties, with reddish blonde hair that was tied up into a professionallooking style. And though she looked quite professional and businesslikeat. I quickly agreed and as she moved into the kitchen I watched her sexy walk. I think she sensed my gaze as she exaggerated her wiggle, moving her sexy ass side to side, returning with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. ‘To a great afternoon’. We toasted and we clinked glasses. ‘We have lots of time. My flat mate is not due back until late, so why don’t we take our time and enjoy our first glass of wine on the balcony?’ I looked nervously at her wondering if she had forgotten how we were.