I use a spellcheck but it doesn't catch them all, the gramer is all mine, sorry.
There's not a lot of sex in this and it's not detailed,
I'm Dan, a 45 year old divorced man living in a flat on my own.
I have friends who I see and go out with, but not a lot, my divorce cost me a lot in self respect that I'm having trouble getting back.
It's sad to admit that "mother knew best", Betty wasn't right for me Mum told me even before we got engaged, and I didn't heed her advice to make sure that the house was safe from being taken from under me if things went wrong, of course nothing was going to go wrong was it, we were in love, we would never let each other down, do the dirty on the other would we,... it turned out I wouldn't and Betty did.
Long story short, I was royalty shafted in the divorce.
So that's my life in a nutshell.
I'm getting over it as best as I can, staying away from my old life as much as I can, I still don't trust lots of people who I thought were friends of mine as well as Betty.
It was good old mum who found the flat I'm living in, I wasn't in the right shape to make a good decision about what I wanted to eat, let alone a flat to live in, so mum sorted one out for me.
When I moved in, I had been living back at home for 6 months, it was clear to see that the whole flat had been completely redone, new carpet, curtains, bed, well everything looked and even smelled new, that even went as far as the front entrance way and up the stairs to the top floor where I was to live.
How mum found this, and how lucky I was I didn't find out for the next 5 years.
I moved in and mum was the only person who knew it was a new start for me, I'd kept my job, I run a small business, I do domestic electrical work, nothing big, a shop unit is as big as I want to go, and only then if it's privately owned, I'd been caught out by big corporate jobs and promised myself and mum not to be caught again like that.
I did alright, I'll only be a rich man if I win the lottery I say with total confidence, I know my limits.
Being a small business I keep as local as I can, why travel miles to do the same work that I can get done locally is my motto.
Once I was settled in I sat one night thinking, what did I want to do now.
The flat was only missing one thing that I could think of which was missing, a video door lock, easy for me to install, I made a note to ask Mum who the landlord was so I could ask their permission to install one, I could put a good one in for little cost, there were only the three flats and it would be easy to do for me on a few days when I didn't have any work, it happened sometimes.
The other thing I wanted to do was some sort of work for the benefit of the community, I looked online and found that there was a local volunteer group for the canal, I would go there the next weekend, see if it was anything I wanted to help with.
Mum said to leave it with her about the video door lock and I wasn't thinking about it when a week later Mum called telling me that it was fine providing that I didn't take it out if I moved.
When I purchased the lock set and cable I brought a CCTV camera that would plug into the recorder as well, it wasn't that I felt unsafe, but it was just a whim that if I was burgled it might be a good thing to have a couple of pictures of the perpetrators.
It proved easier than I expected, it only took me a week of odd hours to complete. Putting the recorder somewhere safe was proving a problem, then I thought about the loft space above me, I was the only one that had access so that was that, the CCTV camera I had was one of these very small things you could hide, it wouldn't be any good for a car number plate down the road but a face 15 foot away it was perfect, I hid the camera in the light fixture, it faced the front door and only way in showing a lot of the hallway in detail, I hoped that it would never be of use and after the novelty of a new toy it just sat there doing its thing and I stopped looking at the app to see myself coming and going.
I went volunteering at the canal, it was a fun day for me, and I started to make friends with the others, after the summer into autumn it was the AGM and dinner dance for them, I didn't want to go but got badgered into it.
Turned out to be a good evening, turned out that Lilian was a dam sight better looking dressed to go out than in her overalls that she wore at the work parties, a lot better looking.
We danced a lot and I walked her to her car that night.
At the second work party she was making the tea for everyone, we took it in turns.
"Dan, why haven't you called me?" I wasn't sure what to say. Because I was scared of what happened before because I didn't want to make a fool of myself? I went for "I thought she would be in a relationship and I didn't want to embarrass her or myself by asking such a question."
"Well you can forget that, the only relationship I have at the moment is the cat that insists that I feed it. So anything you want to ask me?" The smile on her face said it all.
That night we went for a drink, I received a kiss on the cheek on walking her to her door.
Midweek we went for a drink again, it being a lot quieter we could talk more, the weekend we were both at the canal cutting scrub and tidying up the towpath, we went to the cinema in the evening.
The next week was much the same, but it had gotten comfortable for me, we chatted and held hands as we walked and the kisses at the door had become a lot more intimate. Over the next month it continued, we saw each other at least 3 times a week, it was at the start of the next month that the weather had changed to be wet and windy, getting from the car to her doorway the umbrella turned inside out and we got drenched in rain.
"You need to come in, I'm not standing out here in this kissing you," Lilian said.
Inside she had her coat off and looking over her shoulder told me to get out of my wet coat, she had to go dry her hair.
I took my coat off and shoes, they were wet through as well.
"I'll make us a coffee Dan, go sit inside." She said walking past me into the kitchen, wearing a robe.
I went and sat on the sofa, it wasn't long before she came and sat beside me putting the coffee cups on a table.
"Now this is better, no cold drafts." She said leaning in and kissing me, we were quickly getting into it when she pulled back and took my hand.
"Come on Dan, we both know where this is leading, let's just go and be more comfortable." She pulled me up and I followed into her bedroom, it was a lot of kissing and touching until we were both undressed, Lilian didn't hold back, she led the way and I followed.
I warned her I hadn't come prepared for this, so no penetration, she said that it was okay that she trusted me and she was safe as well.
I had to warn her again not long after getting inside her, it had been a long time for me and I wasn't going to last.
She surprised me by bucking up and making it happen sooner than I could have lasted if she hadn't.
"We've got plenty of time for you to recover." Was all she said as I was pumping my load inside her.
We had plenty of time, I stayed all night and the next day, it wasn't all sex, we went out for a drink and walk, but we ended up in bed both times on our return.
The next month we met up three times a week, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, one of us going home on Sunday night, we went places, we did different things, but we ended up in bed each night, we didn't have sex every night, but a lot of them we did.
We found out what we liked and disliked, and not only in bed, we got on better than anyone I'd been with from being a teenager, including my ex.
I'd met a lot of Lilian's friends and got on with most, not everyone, and we didn't fall out over the ones I didn't like, I only had a couple of friends and she got on with them all.
Cutting a boring story short she moved in with me, mum for once told me she couldn't make her mind up about Lilian, now that was new, she had always had an instant reaction, positive or negative, but she always had one.
Lilian had been living with me for 6 months and things were going well as far as I could see, we had more sex every week than I'd ever had,
over a sandwich in a department store cafeteria she told me that her best friend Amy from college was going to be moving back into the area and would I mind if she came to stay in the spare room until she could sort out somewhere of her own.
It was a no brainier as far as I was concerned, of course she could, I'd seen pictures of her, heard her voice on the phone, but as she had spent the last 4 years in America I'd not met her.
We made sure the room was as clean and ready for her as it could be.
Amy came in a bit under the weather, jet lag and a few free drinks on the flight was my guess, there was lots of hugging and kisses and more hugging before she begged off to go get some sleep.
Lilian was hyped up, so excited and that night she was a devil in bed, as Amy slept the sleep of the dead.
The next day I worked and missed the day of them catching up on their lives, thank goodness, but I didn't voice that, bit too much for me.
If you have shared a house with others you know that there are conversations that happen that don't involve one of the others, it was a bit like that for the first month, I was being left out of certain things, they would plan a trip out and expect me to just go along with it, which mainly I did.
But one night Amy came in and announced that she had booked a spa day for the pair of them in two days' time.
I saw red, Lilian and I had booked a theatre trip to London, hotel, show and meals out, all booked, it was all booked months ago and paid for, no getting our money back at this late stage.
"That's very kind of you Amy, but Lilian won't be going," before I could say anymore Lilian had jumped in.
"You can't say that I want to go, of course I'll go with you Amy," she looked at me with daggers in her eyes. "We'll talk later Dan."