Gill and I had been married a few years, at 24 years old we both had good jobs and were yet to start a family. The upside of living at our parents had allowed us to save the money for a deposit on our first house, the down side was trying to find time for our sex life without being heard.
We finally found a house we fell in love with and made the step to become homeowners. The property was on a nice quiet cul-de-sac and we were by far the youngest couple living there.
Moving day finally came, as we wasn't moving much as all the furniture was new we managed to get everything in to our cars and make and cover it in a few trips back and forth.
On the first drop off we were greeted by our new neighbor from the attached house, an older gentleman of 65 years old going by the name of Tony. He introduced himself and explained how he had lived with his wife in his house for 40 years and that she had passed away suddenly over a year ago.
He offered to help with moving boxes from the cars to the house, for his age Tony was in great shape and was glad for something to do having retired 6 months ago.
We were glad for the help and I agreed to drive between properties and pick up the boxes and Tony would help Gill move everything into the property.
On my last trip back I walked into the living room with two boxes of videos. Tony and Gill were sitting on the couch and Gill was blushing slightly.
I placed one box down holding on to the other which Tony offered to take from me. 'its ok' I said 'these ones go upstairs' it was my turn to blush as Tony gave a knowing smile then turned to Gill and raised an eyebrow.