Hearing nothing, she walks hurriedly down the path and out of the gate. Almost running down the road, she's just about to turn the corner, when she se...es her neighbour. There's no avoiding her, she's already been seen."Good morning Mrs Edwards" She says politely, as her neighbour stops in front of he."Hello young lady and where are you off to in such a hurry?" She enquires. Eyes shining brightly, she puts her index finger to her lips and whispers conspiratorially."I'm going to the park. I'm. I never suspected anything like that. How... what kind of relationship do you guys actually have?" "It's quite normal and boring, really. Much like the way you know us but we do argue a lot, and that's where our differences come out. George is a talker. He has a big mouth and is often the one to start the argument, sometimes over nothing at all, just for the sake of it, almost. He is also a man of peace and would never hurt a fly. You know, the pacifist kind of guy. I love him, but he is a. “Charlie wouldn’t lie to me, right? You said that already.” “I guess I did, didn’t I? I’m babbling; a woman as beautiful as you is probably used to that." I decided to turn the conversation to her. "How did you and he meet, anyhow?” “At the club. He goes there a lot, I work there a lot – call it kismet.” She smiled, but there was a trace of sarcasm in her voice, and playfulness in her cold, blue eyes. “Thank you though, that was a very nice compliment.” I had to revise my first impression,. It was several years previously.Simon had sucked the guy but the guy hadn't come so it all finished a bit flat. Simon had assumed it was because he was not doing it very well and the experience had put him off trying. He was scared of failing again but the poor guy was obviously desperate for some man sex so I was determined to help him.I suggested to him that he shouldn't rush things. Perhaps try starting slowly and avoid disappointment by not jumping into an encounter with high expectations.