I somehow managed to find the strength to get the cases up the stairs. M – Well, nothing guaranteed – if it happens it happens. xnx She wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me a huge hug and kiss. I made an attempt at curling up but only succeeded in getting my arms and hands over my face. “I’m so happy Micky.” she whispered. Martha and I weren’t keen on him. We can’t move in together we’ve only just met and. . . . . …”
“Yes.”
“. . . . . . . …and you don’t want to be living. . . . …wait. . …what?”
“Yes. She was practically bouncing on the spot. Am I being crazy?”
She sat on the bed, “A little bit crazy.”
Autopilot command cancelled, rational thinking override, “GAH, what was I thinking! She had so much stuff that I had to sit on the case while she struggled with the zip. My last image was of a familiar face.
