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February 20, 2018, 12:21:06 PM

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I enter Costa Coffee after a particular troublesome shoot for the latest “Wisened Woman feature in the “Reader’s Choice”. If it wasn’t the editor’s aunt I would have told the stuck up bitch to get out. As I take my position at the back of the line I spot her at the counter. As she turns my eyes drink in the playful intelligence look on her face and in her brown eyes. My god this woman just screams “Wisened Woman”



Under my breath, “Please lord make me stay here until I can try to approach her about posing for me!” Her cup is presented to her along with a tray with a cinnamon bun on it, Forget myself crying out “Yes thank you lord!” All head turn, gazing at me, lucky I have my headpiece in my ear, trailing down to a smartphone. “The local council has rescinded the nightly  parking fee in Municipal lots!” hoping everyone will believe I’m not crazy!

Looking around , seeing her in a booth, taking her coat off, revealing a white blouse and a gentle hint of breasts. Without realizing what i’m doing I bite my lower lip, fantasizing about her in various poses as I snap away.

“Can I help you sir?” I’m instantly back to reality placing my order for a straight coffee and a biscuit. When it’s ready I make a beeline to her. In the ten years I’ve been approaching women about posing she has me shaking like an awestruck teenage! Getting closer “er! Excuse me is this seat taken?”

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“Yes thank you lord!’ catches me attention as I collect me tea and cinnamon bun. Making my way to the only open booth, sliding in by the wind. Taking my coat off settling in to read the Times. A few minutes pass before

“Er! Excuse me is this seat taken?” looking up from an article on Heathrow expansion, seeing the gentleman from the line, trembling holding a tray

“No feel free!” return to my paper as he sit, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about my appearance for some strange reason.  Without even looking up I can tell that my new booth mate is checking me out a little more intently that a normal person would.

Then something that really makes me self conscious “Would you be offended if i told you you were the epiphany of my work at Wisened Woman?”

“Wisened Woman?”

“My pictorial of women who extrude both wisdom and beauty through their face. A weekly pictorial feature in the “Reader’s Choice” passing me his card, Graeme Colter, photographer.
“I would love to photograph you for my next pictorial!”

I was speechless, no one has ever comment about me like that before. Then my phone goes off an emergency at the firm requiring my immediate presence. Putting on my coat, placing his card in a coat pocket and making my apologies before walking out, the sensation of his eyes following my every step out.

With the crisis averted I arrive home at five, in time to meet Phillip leaving with his assistance Mary. “Good timing Heather!,  you saved me a call later, Mary and I have to fly to Malaysia for a meeting with a new client. Don’t know how long we’ll be gone!” kissing my on the cheek before piling into a black cab at the curb

Standing staring as the cab drove off then going inside and shutting the door. Well at least this time Phillip deemed me worthy of a phone call. Placing my gloves into my coat pocket, my hand coming into contact with a strange card, removing it reading the name embossed on it, memories of this afternoon in Costa Coffee flooding back.

“I would love to photograph you!” He seem so genuine in his approach. Plus he showed me more attention than Phillip has in years. On impulse I take out my phone and dial his numb“Hello?”

“Mister Colter, i don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson  you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”

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The phone in my studio ring, the name Heather Wrightson appearing on the caller ID. I know no one by that name. Hesitantly picking up “Hello?”

“Mister Colter, I don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson  you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”

As she said ‘my card in Costa!’ the memory of her face flood to the forefront of my mind and I almost drop the phone in excitement i can’t believe she was calling me. Suddenly it was like English wasn’t even a language I could speak, I couldn’t even hem nor haw correctly!

“If this is a bad time?”

“Oh god no, I couldn’t imagine a bad time with you?” Oh smooth Colter why don’t you just pass out and prove what a dweeb you really are?

“Well if your still interested could we arrange a time to discuss the offer further?”

“Anytime!, anywhere!” blurting it out like a desperate loser. That’s greeted with a small laugh

“Well since my office is less than a block from your studio shall we say tomorrow at fourish?

Trying to come off sounding professional “If that convenient for you!” Inside i’m jumping for joy. Looking at my watch,five twenty-four, the next twenty-two hours and thirty-six minutes would not go by fast enough in my mind.  She rings off and this time i do drop the phone and rush to my portfolio to show  her what i consider to be some of my best work.

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Ten after four finds me outside his studio,questioning what I was about to get myself into. Summing up my courage I walk up the steps to the front door. Entering into an open welcoming space manned by a rather young looking lady “Hello I’m here to see Mr. Colter

As her head turns to scan my “Oh my god Graeme wasn’t lying! You are drop dead gorgeous.” picking up what i think was the inter office phone “Graeme she’s here and in my professional opinion she ready to go right in front of the camera!”

From the right hand staircase comes the rumble of feet on the stairs,like someone was very anxious to leave. Looking to the staircase I can’t believe that all that noise was being made by Mr. Colter. He’s in front of me offering to take my coat, as i let him i hear both him sigh and his assistance exclaim “Is she a fashion model? My god she doesn’t even need wardrobe help!”

He lets me flip through his portfolio, which eases my mind that this was just a way to scam me! The women were truly breathtaking and he considered me worthy of joining then. I was so overwhelmed by his  wanton desire to photograph me, that i found myself more than willing to do as he asked of me.

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As she views my portfolio, I see the look on her face change from scepticism to admiration. Inside my emotion traverse the gambit for self doubt to wanton desire to ecstatic joy when she tell me she like to pose for me.

Touching her hand, sends a shiver through my body. Mrs. Wrightson if you’ll follow me!”

“Oh please call me Heather!”

Only if you call me Graeme!”

With Ami in tow we ascend the stairs to the studio proper, where the next two hours fly by. She so photogenic that I don’t even have to try photoshop anything.  The camera bring to light what my naked eye saw that afternoon in Costa Coffee. Before long I have one hundred and twenty photo that another hour is need for Heather to choose the photos she would let me use for my next pictorial, which I was already considering my greatest ever.

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The shoot was endless but the photos Graeme showed me had me believing that I was the most attractive woman in the world. Even when I was awkward in my mind, The praise from both Ami and Graeme made me feel inside that was missing something for years in my life.

Ami left as we settled in to chose what shots would be used. With that done I looked to my watch. Just a little after seven, no wonder I felt hungry. Graeme sensing what was going on

“Please allow me to take you out to dinner as my way to thank you for the photo shoot

Once more without thinking I agree,secretly inside not wanting this experience to end so soon. Here I thought he had planned a local place, so imagine my surprise when he escort me to his car then drove us to the Five Fields In Chelsea, someplace even Phillip never considered taking me for any type of meal. As we’re seated I gotten so use to Phillip ordering for me, so when Graeme passed me a menu and told me to order whatever I wanted I was caught off guard. When the server came i was still expecting Graeme to take control and order for me, that I dropped the menu when the server asked me “And madam would
like?”

Giving my preference still expecting Graeme to overrule me.While waiting for our food Graeme compliment me on my professionalism and my beauty. As the food comes and we begin to eat I feel his eyes all over my face like he was scanning every inch of it to reproduce on a three d printer. With the meal done, I ask him to drive me to the nearest tube station

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With the meal done Heather asks me to drive her to the tube. “No you’re out this late because of me, I’ll drive you right to your front door to make sure you get home safe and sound!”

The look in her eyes melts my heart, it’s like she never been shown common decency before. Accepting my offer she tell me her address 11 Juer St  down by the Battersea Park district of London. A pleasant thirteen minute trip in my Vauxhall Vectra, which is done in silence since I wasn’t familiar with the roads what with living in my studio.

As I pull up to her door “Graeme would you like to come in for a night cap?” God honest truth I was hoping she would ask me since I didn’t want this night to end and her presence in my life to end.

“Would your husband mind?”

“He’s not home,he’s away on a business!” Unlocking the going in motioning me to follow.
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Graeme drove me right to my door , it’s been such a difference in his company. Like I’m an actual person not just a body to sleep with. So unlike me “Would you like to come in for a night cap?” hoping he accepts so this night doesn’t have to end.

As he comes into the hallway I can’t believe what I do. After hanging up my coat and his I lead Graeme into the siting room when I turn fast and kiss him on the lips. Not sure who was more shocked him or me!
He breaks the kiss, holding me slightly  at arms length “I don’t know if i should be here Heather?”

“Don’t worry about my marriage, my husband lays with me but not With me if you understand my meaning!” Apparently his did, pulling me tight to him once more, kissing me hard on the lips. His tongue penetrating my mouth, exploring it live a long lost lover. Making me experience feeling i haven’t felt in a long while. Graeme’s hand roving my clothed body, his left hand playing with my breasts through the blouse and bra, his right hand cupping my ass cheek through my skirt and panties. As if by mutual consent he starts to undo my blouse as my hands begins to unbutton his shirt and pants, Our lips never leave the other unless its to kiss the side of our throats

As my blouse drops to the floor landing on top of his shirt, soon my bra joins them there,Graeme once more breaks off the kiss and holds me away, his eyes travelling from the top of my head to the waistband of my skirt. His words bring tears to my eyes

“What a pair of magnificent breasts!” lowering his head to then kissing all over then before sucking in the nipple, rolling the flesh between his tongue and the side of his cheek.i sigh in pleasure as my skirt and half slip slide down my stocking legs. Thigh high nylons and a pair of panties is all that remain as Graeme scoops me up into his arms

“First door at the top of the stairs!’ as he carries me up the stairs kissing my every step

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“First door at the top of the stairs!” carrying Heather up, kissing her with every step passed. Taking her into said room, finding to my surprise a single bed

“We haven’t been intimate with each other in a while!” As if she need to justify to me. As long as she was alright with what was about to occur who was I to complain about her life.   Laying her down onto the covered mattress joining her, my hand travelling to her Venus mound, Tracing her outer labia then rubbing her slit until she started to moisten. All the while our lips were once more lock in an kiss.

Penetrating her passage with my middle finger, finding her clit and tracing the infinity symbol all over the sensitive nub of nerve ending. Heather started squirming under my manipulations, her kiss turning into playful nips of my lips and hr breath turning into short pants of passion.

As I playing with her, Heather’s hand finds me hardening cock and works the shaft until it rock hard. Groaning in pleasure as her hand tightens, traversing my shaft driving me wild. As my cock starts to throb and her passage grips my finger in a death grip I gently  bring a knee between her legs gently spread them apart, exposing her sex fully. Moving into place, the tip of my cock indenting the outer flesh of her vaginal passage, I look to Heather, “Are you sure?”

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My legs wide and Graeme between then my mind has trouble comprehending “Are you sure?”

“Yes i’m sure!” Slowly Graeme enter me, bring a feeling that I haven’t experienced in a long time. Slowly i feel his girth spread my inner passage making me sigh in the pleasure he’s sending through my nerve ending to my brain. When he completely buried in my pussy, hard against my cervix, Graeme hold until i cry out

“Do it fuck me like a real woman!” the look in his eyes tell me that I didn’t have to say that. As he pulls back a bit before returning in place repeating his actions until only his tip is inside before he strokes completely back into me. Long slow strokes makes me moan in pleasure then he changes to short rapid thrust, rocking me forwards towards the wall

His hand pull my hips back to him further down the bed before he return to his hard rapid fucking of my soaked vaginal passage. Before long the tell tale signs that I was going to climax began,my hand gripping his asscheek, pulling him deeper into me

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God it was all i could do not to cum prematurely with Heather. When she grabs my as pulling me to her i start to tense up, knowing i getting ready to cum

“Heather I’m about to cum? Trying to pull out, not wanting her to suffer a pregnancy

“No stay in me, long ago I suffered an accident that rendered me infertile!. Heather arches her back under me, flood her passage with her juices at the time that I was unloading my cum deep into her.

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He cums in me and I’m ecstatic, it’s been so long since I’ve cummed, even longer that I’m taken well into the early hours of the morning. Each time Graeme makes sure I cum before he does. As we lay entwined in each other’s arms after out fourth coupling. We both drift to sleep.

The alarm clock goes off at seven thirty! Still entwined in each other arms, we finally separate from each other, Me to the bathroom, Graeme  to the kitchen where he makes me scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. As I come in to join him, we hear metal clanking against metal. Looking out the kitchen window, we both see a car being booted by the council.

Going to shower, then eat, dressing in a new outfit, Graeme dressing in his clothes from last night “Hey drive you to work gorgeous?” Graeme being so gentlemanly, i accept. When we’re both ready we go out and stop dead in our tracks. The metal clanking we heard was his car being booted

“Oh Graeme i’ll pay!’ On his phone calling to have the boot removed.

“Forget it your money's no good to me!” Looking at him  when  “I’d rather take it out in trade if you catch my meaning?” Taking me into his arms, kissing me while we waited for the council to send someone to remove the boot. My neighbours peering out, bet they are whispering about my actions, but you know what I couldn’t care!

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March 16, 2018, 05:34:29 PM
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Decided to continue

Part Two

God her in my arms just feels so right. I know she married but I don’t care, if she’s happy and I’m ecstatic why think about her husband. Almost an hour has passed since I call the council “Heather why don’t you catch the Tube, no reason for you to be late!”

“What the use of being the boss if you can’t be late when you want to? Playfully squeezing me hand. “Besides you said you would drive me remember?”

“Well why are we waiting out here?” unlocking the passenger door for her then getting my own, Inside was a lot warmer than outside and the best part we had a radio to listen to, while waiting.

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He unlocks the door and I slide into the passenger seat like a new person. As he joins me he starts the engine and turns on the heat. His hand lands on my thigh “What are you doing the council man can be here at any moment!”

“Don’t care!” his hand coming up higher, I know I should be pushing it off but I love the feeling it’s giving me. If only Phillip would show some interest in my like Graeme is. What! Looking down into the vee of my legs, Graeme’s hand is pressing against my vulva through the material of my pants. I take a sharp intake of breath, my eyes widen and i happen to notice the council van coming towards us.

“Uhnn Graeme, they’re here!” He looks up  and removes his hand, much to my displeasure. Graeme tells me to stay in the warm car, I kind of feel guilty at doing just that, then I realize just what Graeme was up to. He keeps his ass in my sight all the time, wiggling it like a dog does when its sees its master.

Every since he came into my life I doing new thing, that I haven’t every thought of doing with Phillip. Outside I see money change hands and ten Graeme rejoins me in the car

“Well that’s that, we should be on our way soon!” his hand returning to my thigh, but this time I do the right thing and slap it off.

“Behave butt shaker!” a wide smile on my face

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As my hand travels up Heather’s thigh, I kind of shocked that she does swat if off. Letting my hand cup her vulva through her pants, I hear her breathe deep then “Uhnn Graeme they’re here!”

Damn just as I was going to see how willing Heather would be. Getting out but not before telling her to stay in the car I walk and meet the councilman, as we talk I keep my ass facing Heather all the time, shaking it playfully at her. £200 later the councilman starts to unboot my car so I rejoin Heather in the car. Once more I try to traverse her thigh only to have my hand swatted away

“Behave butt shaker!” The smile on her face lights up not just the car but areas of my heart that I never thought someone would ever touch.As the boot clanks onto the street, the councilman flashes the thumbs up and we set off to work

Twenty minutes later I’m pulling up in front of her office building. As She undoes her seat belt, reaching for the door I ask “Will I see you again Heather?”

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About to get out as Graeme comes to a stop in front of my office when I hear the one question that I’ve been dreading to here since last night “Will I see you again Heather?” I so desperately want to say yes but reality came crashing back to me.

“I don’t think so Graeme!” then for some reason I felt the need to explain why, like it wasn’t obvious. “Phillip may not be the most attentive husband but he is still my husband!” The look in Graeme’s eyes tell me he understand and I hope like me that he’s disappointed with that

“Heather, I’ll always consider you more than just a fling and if you ever want to talk or need a shoulder you know how to get a hold of me!”
No! Those were the words I didn’t want to hear, I didn’t want to know that he would be there if and when I needed someone in the future.

Even though deep down that was what i wanted I was hoping Graeme would accept a clean break. Getting out and making my way to the door, i don’t turn around , knowing if I do I would rush back to Graeme. Opening the door going in considering that chapter of my life over.

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The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Her response doesn’t surprise me, if anything it’s what i expected deep down inside.

“I don’t think so Graeme!” Going on to say, “ “Phillip may not be the most attentive husband but he is still my husband!”  With that I should have just said goodbye but I don’t instead I make it more awkward for her.

“Heather, I’ll always consider you more than just a fling and if you ever want to talk or need a shoulder you know how to get a hold of me!”
She turns and goes into the building leaving me in the car thinking ‘Smooth Graeme, no wonder your single!” Putting the car into drive, going to work.

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As the elevator opens onto the 15th floor, I walk to my office placing what i hope was a convincing smile on my face,which must have been better than i thought. As I enter my secretary  Jane Watson looks up and blurts out!

“Oh my god Mrs Wrightson you got some last night!”

Did I fake it better than I thought or was I still elated about last night, either way I play along “Is it that obvious?”

Jane comes around her desk with my morning cup of tea and one for herself, “Well if you want to dish I’m all ears!” Passing me my cup. “And don’t leave out anything!”

“Jane a lady doesn’t kiss and tell!” smiling a coy smile then sipping my tea before going into my inner office. Closing my door, leaning against it as the memories of last night do come back to me. Finally taking my seat I get down to work, next thing i know it 2PM and Jane is standing in the doorway with an large brown envelope in her hand

“So Heather what’s Wisened Woman?

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Driving off to my place I’m running everything through my mind, from the minute i laid eyes on her to the moment she when into her office building.Pulling around parking on the side like usual then going in finding Ami at her post

“Jeez mister what time do you call this?”

“The time I plan to start work today, any problems with that?” Going past her and up to the studio when my eyes land on the photo layout from last night. Her smiling face staring up at me gives me flashbacks to her smiling face looking up at me  from the mattress. Just as I’m about to swipe it off the layout board Ami comes in “Debart on line one Graeme!

Okay Ami, do me a favor and  have this layout sent to this address today!”

“You got it Graeme, with the traditional prepaid return envelope?”

Nodding my head as I pick up the receiver “Hullo!  Bill how are you?”

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Wisened Woman! All the memories came rushing back to me. The posing, the light all the praise from Both Ami and Graeme. Undoing the string on back, laying out the photos, Jane peering at the pictures “My god those really good!”
A note is attached to one photo. ‘Need your okay to send this to the printers-Graeme!’

“Oh my god Heather you’re going to be in a published Photo layout!” moving around to get a better look at the pictures. “Damn you should see if you could use this headshot as your profile pic on Linkedin!”

“Don’t you have a phone to attend?”

“Okay I get the hint!,” moving towards the door, opening it. “But really consider getting the right to use that picture!” Going out leaving Heather alone with her thoughts.Reminiscing as she views each picture. The final page ia a release form that needs signing and to be returned along with the photos. Signing it carefully placing everything into the prepaid envelope planning to drop it into the UPS drop box.

Turning my attention to work related correspondence I past the rest of the day. A little after four, Jane is on the intercom, “Mr. Howards on line one Heather!” Acknowledging her i pick up the receiver “Jason to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“It’s no pleasure Heather, in fact I wish Phillip had the balls to do this himself!” Pausing before continuing “Can we meet at you place to discuss what I have to tell you?

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April 01, 2018, 03:54:28 PM
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A little after five I pulls up in front of my place seeing Jason’s Blue BMW already there.  Pulling into an available parking spot Jason gets out an envelope in his hand. As i get near “Jason so what’s so important that we had to meet in person?”

“Hullo Heather!” Passing me the envelope before saying anything else. “I wish Phillip had the balls to do this instead of sending me!”

“What?”

“The papers in the envelope will tell you all!”

Jason has me curious, tearing the envelope open, shaking out some folded papers. Unfolding then, seeing that they are from a Hong Kong divorce court dated today. My eyes widen as I scan the top sheet “This can’t be legal can it?”

“I’m afraid it is Heather, Due to Phillips business dealing in Hong Kong he only has to pay off the correct official and you and him are legally divorced!”

“But under British law?”

‘Remember Hong Kong was owned by Britain so this divorce is recognized here as well as in Hong Kong!”
Scanning the second page “I can only take my clothes and suitcases needed to carry them!”

“Like I said I wish Phillip was here to do this but he off on his honeymoon!”

“Honeymoon?” Shocked “With who?” then it came to me Looking to Jason “Not Mary?” Jason refuses to look me in the eyes

Heather I’m so sorry he’s treating you like this!” pausing “If it makes this any easier, Phillip had your clothes packed this morning and left just inside the door!” Taking a black key fob out of his jacket pocket.

“He’s already had the locks changed, that’s why I have to be here, to let you in and to make sure nothing but the suitcases are taken as per Phillip!”

I’m dazed, confused and hurt inside! Just standing there “Where am I supposed to go?” Jason leads me back to my car, getting me seated behind the wheel.

“Tell you what I’ll get the suitcases, why don’t you try to find a place to stay the night?” Jason leaves me to get them, turning my head watching him go up the front stairs retrieving suitcase after suitcase from what use to be my house, Bringing then to my car, packing then into the boot then the backseat, one final one he wants to place on my passenger seat.

Moving a thick envelope, Handing it to me since it said ‘DO NOT FOLD’. Confused I look at it finding it addressed to Graeme Colter, the name triggering her memory.

“Heather, I’ll always consider you more than just a fling and if you ever want to talk or need a shoulder you know how to get a hold of me!”

Tears in her eyes  digging into her pocket for her cellphone. Searching the calls list for the number, pressing send.

“Hullo Graeme Colter, can I help you?”

Bursting into tears at his voice “Graeme I need a shoulder!”

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The day seems to have no energy like the last day did. Ami And i went about a cookie cutter shoot with the person Bill Debart sent over. She was a looker but just didn’t match the spirited energy that Heather had. A little after four thirty we finish the shoot and the mock up of the layout. She leaves and Ami and I settle in for a cuppa

On the internet radio station I prefered, “The Black Treasures Of Scotland Yard” playing, making Ami ask

“What do you get out of listening to this?”

“To each their own!” Taking a sip of tea “What do you get listening to BBC1?” Well apparently it earns me a dirty look from Ami! While i finish listening to my show Ami Cleans up, checking and sorting the days mail and courier packages

Against all odds, I ask “Heather’s” Ami shakes her head Oh well maybe tomorrow! About to call it a day when my phone rings “Hullo Graeme Colter, can I help you?”

On the other end someone bursts into tears “Graeme I need a shoulder!” Every memory plays through my head as i recognize her voice - Heather! “What’s wrong, where are you?” Earning me more words through sobs.

“I-I-I’ve been Evicted-d-d-d” Sniffing then “P-P-P-illip...d” the last words i could make out clearly

“Heather where are you?” Then a male’s voice comes on.

“Are you a friend of Mrs. Wrightson’s?  Replying yes before he continues “Can you possibly come to her former residence, all can be explained easier there!”

Replying “I’ll get there as soon as possible!” the line goes dead. For some reason my gut tells me to get Ami to drive me, turning to her “Hey how would you like to save train fare tonight and tomorrow morning?” Intrigued she agrees to drive me to Heather’s.

Arriving a half hour later I see some guy standing in the street, talking to someone in a car. Instructing Ami to park close, i get out and walk to Heather’s place. As I,m about to knock on the door the guy call out  “Miss Wrightson is here in the car!”

Making my way to it, looking in through the windshield, finding a still crying Heather sitting there, just staring straight ahead. Moving to the open door “Heather?” Her head turns and my heart jumps into my throat. Her eyes red from crying her mascara streaked down her cheeks.So badly I wanted to pull her out and embrace her “What happened?"

Her mouth opens, no words comes out, the unknown guy speaks “Mr. Wrightson terminated  their marital relationship, retaining the marital home effective immediately!” Hearing that my insides war between high fiving that news and wanting to pound the bastard into an early grave for hurting Heather.

Finally she says something “He only left me with my clothes, suitcases and this car!” sniffing then “I’m effectively homeless!” Still staring straight ahead.

“You not homeless Heather!” turning her head towards me “You can stay with me until you find somewhere!”  I don’t know if it was my words or my face but Heather pushes me away, climbs out and then grabs me into an embrace.

“You weren’t lying to me!” Surprising whoever the guy was “You here to be my shoulder to cry on!”

The guy opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off fast with super clear meaning “I can’t beat her ex!, but you seem like the next best target!”  my right hand on Heather’s shoulder curling up into a fist as I go to let go of her.

“I feel my duty is done here so i’ll be off!” Wise move in my eyes “Heather if there is anything I can help with just call!” Turning and sprinting across the street, getting into his car and driving off.

Turning my full attention to Heather “It’s no what your accustomed to but I’ve a complete flat above the studio, your free to use until you ready to start again!”

As if my words cuts through her despair, “Thank you Graeme!” Kissing my cheek, thrilling me deep inside so much that I wanted to kiss her on the lips and never let go. Breaking our embrace leading her to the passenger side, opening the door, cleaning off the seat , placing the envelope addressed to my onto the dashboard.

“Just let me square things with Ami and I’ll drive you to my place Heather!” Getting her situated before going to Ami. “Heather been divorced and thrown out into the streets, so I’m letting her stay with me in the studio flat until she able to find a place!” Ami gives me a evil grin.

“So should I call before coming to work from now on?” Instantly regretting it when she sees the look on my face “Sorry Graeme!” Ami been with me long enough to know my moods without being told anything. Handing her thirty pounds for petrol, just in case, I return to Heather.

Getting into the driver’s seat, the keys in the ignition, starting it then driving back to my place. Once there I show Heather up to my flat, giving her the most important tour, where the loo and her room are before starting the first of a few trips to retrieve her suitcases.

With everything up, I make a pot of tea, then two cups, slipping a little brandy into Heather’s. Going through the living space not seeing her i go to the guest room finding heather on the bed facing the wall, her chest slowly rising and falling rhythmically. Backing out making sure the blinds are closed, leaving her until she awakens on her own!.

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May 20, 2018, 10:30:04 AM
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A little after 21:00 hrs I decide to call it a night myself, going to check on Heather once more then turning in. Doing something I haven’t done in years I rummage around for a pair of sleep pants, Not wanting Heather to be confused if she wakes and sees a stranger in this room naked.
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I awaken facing a strange sight, a partially closed draped window looking out over a car park. Getting up to try to figure out where I am. I almost stumble over a suitcase that looks identical to mine, then it comes back to me, it is mine. Looking around as my eyes adjust to the dark, not recognizing where i am then remembering Graeme holding me as i cried over being divorced and homeless. His words, “It’s no what your accustomed to but I’ve a complete flat above the studio, your free to use until you ready to start again!” returning to the forefront of my memories

“Then it is true, he was my shoulder to cry on and now he’s my rescuer from living in my car on the streets!” Going to the door, opening it a bit to see if anything or anyone was about. Going out i find the loo, using it while looking around, a set of towels on a bar on the wall, a set neatly folded on the vanity cabinet, a wrapped cake of soap on top. When Ii was done I venture to look around more.

Another room, the door ajar just off the main room split into a living room/ kitchenette. Looking in a form lying on the bed inside-Graeme! Trying to sort out my memories since Jason left. All I recall is Graeme kissing me, placing me into the passenger side of my car, then waking up just now. Looking down Still dressed as Ii was at work.Making my decision, I strip down to my bra and thong then climb in beside Graeme, trying not to wake him as I get as close as I can to his right side, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder, then drifting back to sleep.

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My internal clock brings me awake well before the alarm clock does as usual. As my eyes focus I see it 05:31. Stretching my left arm, confused why my right arm won’t move, turning my head and getting the shock of my life- Heather!

Looking down her form seeing only her clad in a bra and thong, then checking myself, sleep pants fully up and tied tight. Replaying memories of what I done since she accepted my offer to stay here until she ready to move on. No memory of us having sex comes to mind.

As gentle as possible I get out of bed, turning the alarm off, making my way to the loo then back into my room to collect my running gear. Leaving once more for the loo, to change then off for my usual 5k run. When I get back, I check in on Heather, still asleep before I go shower and ready for what the day shall bring. 06:30 I set a batch of scones to bake and make a pot of tea.

A little after 07:00 I hear movement then a door closing, the sound of a shower and a sight that brighten my eyes. Heather, a towel wrapped around her hair, the robe I left out for her. “Can I get you anything Heather?”

“A cup of tea if it’s no bother!” That makes me look at her and think about a smart mouth reply that I bite back. Instead I give her a pat answer.

“Heather if it was a bother I would step aside and tell you to get it yourself. Taking the teapot off the trivet

“To prove it’s no bother, “Would you like sugar, milk or cream to go with it?” Not even asking as i had her a cup and a scone on a plate. Taking my own cuppa and scone into the dining area, turning on ITV’s This Morning. Heather follows me in, the look on her face puts me on the defensive “What? I need some inspiration to start the day!”

“Inspiration right!” Trying her tea and scone, a surprised look on her face “This scone isn’t from a grocer is it?”

“Well technically yes! After all it is Green’s Classic Clotted Scone Mix!”

Heather just shakes her head then goes right to  what we both has been putting off for different reasons. “Graeme I want to thank you for yesterday and what you’re doing for me now.”

“I’m only doing what I meant Heather. I’ll be there if you ever need me for anything!” Picking up me cup, taking a long swallow, to stop me getting up and going over to hug her. Knowing that if I did I wouldn’t want to let go and she might not be ready to accept that. Looking sheepishly at her “Can I ask what you plan to do today?

Heather just froze staring at me then “I have no idea I should go to work like nothing ever happened but I don’t think I can fake that just now!” Taking a small sip of her tea. “I-I-I should start looking for a place to stay!” Great the one thing I was hoping she wouldn’t think about doing in her current frame of mind.

“Hey don’t feel that you’re not welcomed here!” Hoping I wasn’t coming across as too obvious that I wanted her to consider here her place.

“Graeme. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here!’ another sip of her tea followed by a bite of her scone “So far in the last forty-eight hours I’ve went from a married business operator to a divorced, homeless woman with very little to look forwards to!” Setting her cup down “Sooner or later I’m going to have to start this new phase of my life, might as well get it going!”

Damn I knew she was absolutely right but in my heart I didn’t want Heather to figure that out for a while. I know that was being bloody selfish of me but then i never wanted her to stay with her husband in the first place. Now that she was here with me deep inside i wanted hr to give me a chance to show her what I could give her if she would only open up her eyes and heart to me.

Getting up going to the sink, placing my cup into it “Yeah I got a lot to do before the morning courier gets here!” Moving to the desk across from the TV, rummaging through a drawer, finding the spare key I had made when i first moved in, walking back over to Heather. “Here so you don’t have to worry about disturbing me or Ami while we’re working.” Turning I make my way down to the second floor photo lab.

“Graeme. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here!’ another sip of myr tea followed by a bite of my scone “So far in the last forty-eight hours I’ve went from a married business operator to a divorced, homeless woman with very little to look forwards to!” Setting my cup down “Sooner or later I’m going to have to start this new phase of my life, might as well get it going!”

I don’t want to say anything but Graeme’s attitude noticeably changed. It was like he couldn’t wait to get away from me fast enough. I watch him as he searches for something in a desk, then he hands me a set of keys “Here so you don’t have to worry about disturbing me or Ami while we’re working.” then he turned and is gone faster than I can get thank you out.

I think i know what he wants to hear me say but inside I’m so confused. Why did Phillip not tell me he wanted a divorce, was I that dead to him inside? Does Graeme deserve someone who is so confused about her own worth, After all what can I offer him besides my body?

Getting up placing my cup besides his in the sink, I stop and stare for a second as our cups handles are touching as if holding hands. Memories of the the afternoon down on the first floor comes flooding back to my mind. Will I ever know that king of happiness again?

Showering, then changing clothes I leave as quietly as possible, giving Ami a small wave as I pass her on the way out! Outside I wonder where i should go first?

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May 20, 2018, 11:55:36 AM
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I would have to deal with finding a place to live after a fast trip into work. The one thing that Phillip couldn’t touch,in a sense my child Wrightson Imports And Exports. Ten minutes after deciding I’m at my desk, BBC Radio 3 playing softly over the speakers. A little after nine Jane makes her appearance

“Morning Heather, how are you this lovely morning?” As I come out to meet her

“Fine Jane, say of the top of your head do you remember the name of that realtor we used to find a country home for Phillip?

“Brison, John Brison!” Looking strangely at me “Why considering get a place of your own Heather?”

“Maybe!” Turning going into my office “Could you hold my calls for a bit I’m going to be a little busy sealing that Canadian deal!” Closing my door so she wouldn’t overhear my conversation with Mr. Brison

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Jesus I sounded like I couldn’t have cared if she stayed or left , when in fact i never want her to leave ever. But really what could I offer Heather, all I am is a photo hack who lives over his place or work. She’s use to trips abroad, fancy dinners at high end restaurants, the finer things that life can provide when you have money.

Hell  there’s times when I get by on a dozen bacon butties and coffee from the cafe across the street. The farthest I ever been is to Oxford and even that was Wisened Woman business! Really in all truth what could I offer Heather?

Ami must have picked up on my thoughts, “Don’t beat yourself up Graeme!, She’s still emotionally dazed by what’s happened!” Placing her hand on my shoulder “We girl only think of one thing when we’re kicked to the curb and that’s where am i going to go!”

Ami you didn’t hear me or saw the way acted with Heather this morning!”  Removing her hand “It was like I was saying get out fast, like I couldn’t care less if she stayed!”

“So in other words you acted like a little boy who wasn’t getting what his fantasies already gave him!” Cutting right to the heart of me “And you know what you have to do with fantasies?” Pausing before hitting my between the eyes with the truth “Either make them real or forget them!”

Walking over to the  phone, picking it up “ So call her and tell her how you really fell or…” putting the phone back down . walking over to me, taking me by the arm “Better yet go tell her in person!”
“Good idea if I knew where she was!” Ami just shakes her head in dismay at me

“Little boys can only think with one thing!” Returning back to the desk, searching and finding Heather’s release form. Picking up the phone dialing the number provided

“Wrightson Import and Exports how can i help you?”

“Can I speak with Mrs Wrightson please?”

"I’m sorry she extremely busy today, can i take a message?"

“No I’ll call back some other time thank you!” hanging up turning to me “ She’s at her office! So get going!”

Great I knew where she is, now can i call up the courage to go see her after the attitude I used with her earlier?

“Well what are you waiting for an invitation?” Leave it to Ami to force the issue “Either get going or I’m going to call her and schedule a dinner date!” Tossing my back my car keys after taking them out of her purse.

“Alright I’m going! But if anything comes up…”

“I’ll handle it Graeme!” spinning me towards the door then pushing towards it “God you beginning to make me wish i never took this job with you!”

Out I go, making my way to Heather’s office, rehearsing what I planned to say. Pulling into the parking lot, finding a spot in visitors, ‘Look I been a self centered asshole can you forgive me Heather?”  yeah that was the right thing to say to her when i saw her.

Checking the directory board finding Wrightson’s Import and Exports, riding up in the lift, feeling confident right up to the moment i get out and see her door. Knocking before walking in, opening the door seeing the white interior and the desk of her receptionists, as she looks up “Yes sir can I help you?”

That was the second that all my self confidence starting leaking away and i started talking gibberish. “Asshole can Heather me see?” Great just fucking smooth Graeme!, why don’t you just turn to leave before making any further an ass of yourself?

“Would you like to see Mrs. Wrightson sir?” The phone in her hand, a concerned look on her face. Pressing the intercom button “I’m not sure she can see you but I’ll ask!

“NO I’LL JUST WAIT UNTIL SHE RETURNS TONIGHT!”

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No sooner hanging up from Mr. Bison, my phone buzzes. Picking it up ““NO I’LL JUST WAIT UNTIL SHE RETURNS TONIGHT!”

Graeme! It can’t be! Why would he be here?”

Getting up I go to my office door opening it and I can’t believe there he is  about to grab the outer office doorknob  “Something wrong Graeme?” he turn to me and I can tell he’s came to say something  so I brace for the worst!

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Going to the door to get out fast before Heather comes out, just about to grab the handle when “Something wrong Graeme?” stops me cold. Turning to face here, i start to speak before all my confidence is gone

“I was an asshole this morning Heather, I never meant to come off as someone who wanted you gone immediately, you can stay with me for as long as it takes, hell longer if you can put up with a self centered asshole like me!"

Heather looks at her receptionists then to me “Why don’t we go into my office and talk about this there?” Motioning with her head towards the other woman there

“Oh don’t mind me, I know when to stay quiet!” Grabbing a few files  “Have your talk, I’ve got files to put away!” Turning to the file cabinet,

Heather walks to me, taking me by the  shoulders leading me into her office “Jane hold all my calls and forget what you just heard!” before shutting the door.

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June 22, 2018, 03:17:43 PM
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As we both make it past the door, Heather lets go and shuts the door. “Okay i can’t even think of why you’re here, so care to explain?”

The whole speech I thought up on my way here instantly goes poof in my mind. I move my lips and at first nothing comes out, then as I turn to her I hear “It’s been pointed out to me that I’ve been a totally childish asshole to you this morning!” Suddenly it’s like I had diarrhea of the mouth!

“I don’t want you out soon, hell I was hoping you would stay with me for a long time!” Moving to her taking her hands in mine “Heather I know what I’m about to say is crazy, but I fallen in love with you the moment I first saw you!” Heather just stares at me as I continue “Phillip was a moron to divorce you, let me show you how a man should treasure someone like you!”

Heather pulls away from me, a look of confusion on her face!

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“Okay I can’t even think of why you’re here, so care to explain?”  At first nothing then he turns and I caught by surprised at his words. “A childish asshole!”, “Fallen in love with me when he first saw me” and “Treasure like me!”

I pull away so confused inside! How can one discard me like a piece of trash while another calls me a treasure? One tossed me out while the other wants me to stay! Philip made me feel like I’m nothing and here’s Graeme claiming that I’m his everything! Suddenly it’s like the world is spinning and I can’t breathe, all I thinking of is to get away so i can think. Turning bolting for the door, then through it and out of the office without saying anything,tears coming to my eyes. Out in the hallway i don’t wait for the lift, running to the stairs only wanting to get away fast.

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Heather turns and rushes from clean from the whole office and all I do is let her run, stunned by her reaction.Before I can register anything her secretary is in the doorway

“What’s gotten into Mrs. Wrightson? What did you say to her?”

The secretary's last question penetrating! “I told her I love her!”

“But she’s married!” I look seeing an attitude of ‘what are you a troublemaker or something!’ on her face “Maybe you should clear out before she comes back!” Inside i agree but my feet remained rooted to the spot, she comes to me,going behind me pushing me forwards out of Heather’s office. She doesn’t stop until I out in the hallway

“I don’t know who you are but I suggest that you leave Mrs. Wrightson alone before she has to bring the police into it!” Slamming the hall door behind me.

Well Graeme you taken a screwed up situation and completely turned it in a bigger cluster fuck- congratulations!

Making my way down to the street I go out hoping to find Heather just outside breathing deep. All I see when I get out is people on the sidewalk going about their business. Looking up and down there is no sign of her, all I can think of ‘So fuck up what now?’

Making my way to my car I drive back to my place, already Ami voice in my head ‘How the hell did you ever get to your age?” As I pull into the parking lot  and get out it starts to rain. Of course why shouldn’t Mother Nature get in her comment about me! Making my way inside Ami meets in the doorway the look on my face must have told her everything.

“Well look on the bright side!” swinging my face towards her about to say something when she smacks me with the truth “She will get in touch with you again! After all you have all her possessions in your upper apartment!”

God damn I never even considered that! As I ponder it i told myself that the next time we talk I was going to be Mr, Suave and debonair! Well no time like the present to start “So Ami what is on today’s agenda?”

“Oh how about you going upstairs and getting into dry clothes and blow dry your wet head before you get sick!”

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As I run out onto the sidewalk I don’t hesitate going to my car, praying to god that Graeme doesn’t follow. Minutes before I feel confident enough to look up over the hood of the car. Seeing no sign of Graeme I
venture back to the front, looking up and down the street I see no signs of him or his car so I go back into the building.

As I take the stairs I try to compose what i’m going to tell Jane. Oh god what if Graeme told her about Phillip and me? Can I stand the way Jane will want to coddle me? Getting to the floor I step out and go to the door, opening it and start dreading what is going to come next.

“Mrs. Wrightson are you alright?” Jane gets up and comes around to me “I manage to get that man to leave and hopefully he will leave you alone in the future!” Walking me to my office “I threatened him with the police if he didn’t leave you alone!”

“Jane what did he say when he was here?”

"He claimed to love you and that’s when i told him to leave before the police had to get involved!”

“Is that all he said?”

“Yes Mrs Wrightson that’s all he said!” As we go into my office I can clearly remember every word Graeme said “Mrs. Wrightson can i ask who he was?”

“He been a good friend to me since he came into my life Jane!” All I told her before the telephone out on her desk rings and she goes to answer it. Then I hear her say

“I’ll see if she available, one moment please!”

Looking up, holding the receiver with her right hand over the mouthpiece “It a miss Ami Grivet for you?”

I don’t recognize the name immediately “Give me a minute then transfer the call to me!” Closing the door and going to my desk , a few seconds later the phone buzzes “Yes This is Heather Wrightson How may i help you?”

“Please tell me that you’ll be coming back here so I can at least give Mr. Moron something to look forward to?"

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August 16, 2018, 01:05:31 PM
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“Mr. Moron, I sorry I think you may have the wrong number miss!”

“Oh no I got this number from the moron himself !” chuckling into me ear “One thing Graeme’s good at is numbers!”

Graeme! then it’s dawns on me Ami- Graeme’s assistant! “Oh now I know who and what you talking about!” Now I’m glad that i took this call here and not out where Jane could hear one side of the conversation. “Is he back there Ami?”

“Yeah he returned, he’s up changing into something dry!” More giggles from her “So I take it his ‘talk’ with you didn’t go well?”

“He caught me off guard and here wasn’t the right place for us to talk about it!” Hoping that Ami would drop it there “Yes I’ll be back tonight, don’t tell Graeme because i not sure exactly when!?

“No problem Mrs. Wrightson,it will be just between we girls!” and with the she says bye and hangs up. 

Well hopefully that should give me most of the afternoon to think about Graeme and me

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Down I come, a pair of jeans with an old Queen tour t-shirt on. Ami just hanging up the phone, a smile on her face, something rare after she’s been on the phone. “Who was that?”

“Oh a salesman trying to sell you a photo session for 50 pounds!”

“Why the lie?” then I jump to conclusion “You called Heather didn’t you?” The look in her eyes told me I was right! “Is she coming back?” Her hesitation to say anything I take as a good sign.

“Just remember you didn’t hear that from my lips!” Ami says before turning to some files on her desk!

Fist pumping and screaming inside ‘YES!” I ask Ami “So what’s on tap this afternoon?, you didn’t say before i went up!”

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The phone on my desk rings, answering it “Yes?”

“If you don’t need me Mrs. Wrightson,I’m  going to leave since it five!”

Looking to my wrist, damn she was right “Oh my god where has the afternoon gone, no Jane feel free to leave! Have a wonderful night!” Replacing the receiver, thinking about my own plans for the upcoming evening. Getting up to open the inner office door, i just turn back to my desk when a knock comes to the hall door.

Going over to it I unlock the door to find a delivery man with a n envelope in his hand “Delivery for a Heather Wrightson!”

I’m her!” i reply and sign for it, when the door is shut and lock I open the envelope and tomorrow's edition of the “Reader’s Choice” is pulled out. Oh i forgot that this was to come out tomorrow, thumbing the pages to the section containing Wisened Woman i drop it as i get my first look at the published pictorial

“Oh my god!” stunned as I look down to the newspaper on the floor!

The picture staring up at me was single handedly the best picture I’ve ever seen of myself. Graeme definitely knew how to bring the most out of his models. I was stunned into silence seeing myself staring up at me. I started crying tears of joy and immediately grabbing my coat and leave, locking up before rushing to my car.

At sixteen fifteen the traffic is a nightmare but somehow i manage to avoid any major delays pulling into Graeme’s place twenty minutes after leaving. Tears still dot my cheeks as I park and lock the car. Dashing to the front door, I try it, finding it locked, not thinking straight i start to knock, long and solidly, just missing the pane of glass. Inside i can see him as he descends the steps to the studio. The curtain move from the small window and i see him peering out.

Smiling he unlocks the door, about to say something but I don’t hesitate, bursting in, grabbing him in an hug, showering him with kisses!

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“Well Ami I think it time to call it a day!”  Kind of feeling down, hoping Heather would be here before Ami left.  Oh well i’ll just have to pray to god i don’t screw up again! We start the cleanup, Ami the copy paper, me the equipment and cameras when a persistent knocking came to the door.

Looking to Ami “You forget to tell me of a late appointment?” Ami just shakes her head and continues putting things away. Taking the hint “No it’s okay, I’ll go see who it is!” making for the doorway “Do me a favor, if by some chance i’m attacked at least call the police before leaving?”

“And have to sit around while they fill reports out, no way!” Giggling as I make the top of the stairs. Descending, the knocking remaining at a constant rhythm. Getting to the bottom, reaching for the small curtain covering the window, pulling it aside, i see her.

My hand moves to the lock, turning the knob to release the deadbolt. No sooner is it home than the door burst open and Heather’s arms are wrapped around me. I try to speak only to have her lips cover mine kissing me like she did the first night.

“Oh god will you two at least shut the door so passerbys don’t think this is a place of ill repute!” Ami way of bringing us both back to reality I turn to the stairs about to say something!
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Done cleaning up I descend the stairs cautiously, hearing the deadbolt slide back. Far enough down to see Mrs Wrightson burst in and start to smother Graeme with kisses. Seeing them like this I get an understanding of the phrase ‘love at first sight!’

For some reason I just couldn’t resist “Oh god will you two at least shut the door so passerbys don’t think this is a place of ill repute!”  Graeme turns his head, about to say something “Well I can see you two have something you want to mutually discuss, so I’ll be on my way!”  Leaving, closing the door behind me!
                                                                     to Be Continued