Cool Blogger: IN THE VIP found myself seeking out ways to cross paths with him, at the shops or in the park, over the fence, whatever. At times, my flirting with him seemed pretty shameless. I remember wondering if anyone was beginning to notice. By the end of summer I was desperate for him and tried to think of some sort of way to be alone with him in my home. Since my husband's accident, the family next door had been very helpful to me, sending the boys over to do odd jobs or whatever I needed a hand with. I thought that might be my chance.
There were a number of boxes in the spare bedroom that needed storing properly. I had been putting some things away, getting the room ready for guests over the coming holiday season and now had a number of cartons that belonged up in the attic. I could have done it myself but it seemed the perfect opportunity.
