How exactly was I going to play this one? A really good friend from so many years ago was making it plain that he wanted a lot more than the snog we had shared at a party shortly before Gary and I married.
That was a very long time ago, but Gary and I and Dennis and Angela had remained very good friends over the years, even though we made our homes in different parts of England.
Dennis wanted me to go and visit him at his home in Kent, and Gary was perfectly alright with it if I wanted to go.
I loved Angela, Dennis’s wife, who had passed away two years earlier, and I felt very guilty about the thoughts that I was having now.
While I was contemplating it all, three wonderful things happened over the space of just two days.
Firstly, a message from Vanessa in Cyprus asking me if I could find time to go and meet her again. She wanted it to be just the two of us. She told me that she and Kurt were no longer together and that she couldn’t stop thinking about the things that we had shared.
I replied straight away and told her that I was definitely up for another visit on my own, and asked her what dates were suitable.
A couple of hours later, I got another message from Bulent, telling me that he was staying in Fethiye for a few days and that he wanted to meet me that evening.
Well, that was an opportunity I was certainly not going to miss. I was really flattered that he wanted to see me again. The last time had been just before lockdown, and although quite hurried, it had been great sex.
So, no beating about the bush, I told him that I would meet him at his hotel in two hours’ time.
Gary was out playing tennis, so I had to message him to tell him where I was going, but I knew it wouldn’t be a problem for him.
A lovely warm shower followed, then I did my best with my hair and make-up. I chose a black set of undies with suspenders and stockings and a little black dress with a flared bottom that zipped up at the back.
Bulent’s hotel was about a thirty-minute drive away, so I picked some flat shoes but took a pair of high heels to change into.
Remembering Bulent’s muscular physique and expert lovemaking before lockdown, I was already feeling very randy as I parked the car, put on my high heels, and walked towards the hotel reception.
Bulent was sitting in an armchair nearby and stood up as he saw me approach. What a surprise. He had grown a beard, acquired a little bit of a paunch around his tummy, and was dressed quite scruffily for him. I was used to seeing him in immaculate suits.
We hugged, and he asked if I wanted a drink. I had imagined going straight up to his room, but the shock of seeing the change in him made me tell him that I would love a drink.
While having our drinks, he explained that he had lost his job with Patron Muzzy, and was in the process of setting up his own business as a translator. He was going to settle in Fethiye but hadn’t found anywhere to live yet, or even an office to rent for his work.
He was asking me if I knew of anywhere because I knew Fethiye better than he did.
At this stage, my heart sank. I was thinking he only wanted to see me because I could be of some use to him.
But I needn’t have worried, as he leaned over and whispered, “That’s enough business. Shall we go to my room?”
“That would be good,” I replied, smiling.
Bulent may have looked scruffier than I was used to, but he hadn’t lost any of his love-making skills. Strong, athletic, and yet patient, we shared three hours or so of passion.
He did get a little carried away while treating my clit to a lovely licking and his beard irritated me a little. But the sensations that I was getting overpowered the discomfort.
I brought him to two different cums, but he is a stayer and it took me ages. The first time, my tongue eventually did the trick, and I took most of it in my mouth, although he managed to get some on my tits too.
The second time, I wanted to feel him cum right up inside me, and after changing positions a multitude of times, he shot his load while fucking me doggy fashion.
It was rampant, raw, and noisy sex. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed myself, but I remember telling him very loudly what a fantastic fuck he was.
And he was going to make his home just thirty minutes or so from us, so the prospect of having him a little more often than in the past really excited me.
In fact, as I left his room, we made another date in just three days’ time. Mmm.
But before that happened, I had a Skype call from Hazel in England. At last, she was going to come back to Turkey, sell the apartment she shared with her estranged husband Nigel, and look for somewhere to rent. I couldn’t wait for her to come back. We had such a lot of fun together and I wanted more.
So, things were looking good for me on all fronts, and that night I decided to look at flights to the UK. I was pleasantly surprised that they were still quite cheap. I had imagined that with the loss of business because of Covid they would have gone up a lot.
I very nearly booked there and then, but thought that I had better talk to Gary first, and he was out.
Then I spoke to Hazel again, asking her if she wanted me to pick her up from the airport and telling her that she could stay the night at our place. I was obviously in a frivolous and naughty mood and was trying to plan it so that I could have maximum fun.
But it was all to no avail with Hazel because she had already booked a transfer, and was going back to her apartment as she had lots of stuff to clear up.
When Gary got home, I broached the subject of my flight to England. He had already told me that it was no problem as far as he was concerned, and he just asked when I was thinking of it and how much it was costing.
The only problem now was my own conscience. Our best friend Dennis wanted to fuck me, and I was certainly up for it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Dennis’s dead wife Angela, who had been a good and helpful friend to me during some hard times much earlier in my life.
Probably because I was feeling so good about myself after recent conquests, I booked the flights and messaged Dennis to tell him. I would be arriving in nine days’ time and would be stopping three nights. Dennis wanted me to stop longer, but I had other things to consider.
That night, for the first time in ages, I felt the need to play with myself as I imagined Dennis’s cock fucking me. Gary was fast asleep next to me in bed as I brought myself off using no toys, but just my imagination.
The cover picture to this story is how I looked when Dennis and I had our only ever snog. Now 50 years later he was going to see me naked for the first time, and I could only hope he would be pleased with what he saw.
Luckily for me, I had things to take my mind off Dennis during the days that I had to wait.
Another fantastic night with Bulent. This time I stopped the night in his hotel room. It was roughly the same to start off with. Lots of different positions, a bit of edging, loads of cums for me and a couple for Bulent.
But halfway through the night, I woke up to a lovely hard cock against my buttocks. Then his fingers were exploring my pussy followed quickly by my bum hole.
Well, we hadn’t done that for a while, and I had prepared for it, so his next cum was up there. It was all over very quickly, and we both drifted back to sleep again.
I am not at my best in the morning, but when I woke up, Bulent was in the process of making me a cup of coffee. I came round very quickly and noticed that he had another huge erection, so we had a brilliant pre-breakfast fuck.
Two nights later, I went to see Hazel. She looked as though she had lost a little weight, which really did not suit her because she was slim enough already.
We were at her apartment. Nigel, her husband, had left and taken all of his stuff, and now it was up to Hazel to sell the place. Apparently, they had agreed to split the proceeds 50/50.
Hazel was stressed. She had to sell the apartment quickly, find somewhere else to live and decide what she was going to do with her life.
We chatted for ages. Both of us shed tears a few times as we tried to discuss it all.
That of course led to cuddles, and we were so up for each other immediately. I suppose I was the one that led the way, unbuttoning her blouse before finding her tits inside her bra.
But she certainly didn’t take long to respond, and we ended up naked on her settee.
I think we both realised how much we needed each other, and we got lost in passion and brought each other to a very quick cum licking and fingering each other in a 69.
We both needed more, so we went up to the bedroom, leaving our clothes in a heap on the lounge floor.
We were there for over two hours. Hardly a word was spoken. We just played with each other all the time. It was absolutely wonderful. Cum after cum, after cum. She was so lovely and yet looked so vulnerable and worried at times. I decided that she needed me as a friend as well as a lover and that we should spend a lot of time together.
But we didn’t have a chance to see each other again before my naughty trip to England. Dennis had absolutely no idea about Gary’s cuckolding or my extraordinarily exciting sex life. He assumed that I had told Gary that I was visiting family for some reason or other and that he and I were together behind Gary’s back.
I let him believe just that. There was no need to complicate things.
In the circumstances, Dennis thought he had to wine and dine me to get me into bed, and I was treated to a lovely Italian meal with a very expensive bottle of red wine to wash it down.
Earlier, Dennis had picked me up at Gatwick airport and taken me back to his place, where I showered and got myself ready in a posh frock. It was pale blue and long, showing just a glimpse of my cleavage. I had a sexy set of pale blue bra and panties underneath it all, and unusually for me, a pair of barely black tights.
The conversation over dinner was mainly just catching up. It had been over five years since we had seen each other apart from at Andrea’s funeral, and there hadn’t been much time then.
As we sipped our coffees after the meal, Dennis started saying lovely things about the way I looked, and how he had always fancied me.
“Do you remember that snog we had at someone’s engagement party?” I asked.
“Remember it! I’ve thought about it endlessly over the years, always wishing that it could have gone further,” Dennis answered. “You were wearing a little black velvet dress with two little brass bells on some cord at the front.”
Gosh, that was some memory he had. I’m afraid I had no idea what he was wearing, but I did recall feeling his hardness against me as we played with each others’ tongues.
Having wined and dined me, Dennis obviously thought it was getting near the time for his reward. He paid the bill, and our walk to his car was nearly a march. I thought about telling him that he needn’t have bothered going to all this trouble and that he could have cooked me beans on toast at home and fucked me afterwards, but I kept the thought to myself.
It was only a fifteen-minute drive to his home, and we spent the time chatting about good times we had all shared over the years.
But once inside, the talking stopped as Dennis took hold of my arm and walked me up the stairs to his bedroom.
He closed the curtains and the door and switched the light on. We stood facing each other at the bottom of his bed.
“I want you so much Jill,” were the only words from Dennis, and I started to undo the zip at the back of my dress.
Dennis started taking his kit off straight away, and when he had his shirt off, I realised that he had looked after himself very well. He was a year younger than my Gary, so seventy-four, but there was no sign of any excess fat.
Being a long dress, it took me a while to get it off and folded nicely, but I returned to the same spot and looked at him as I took my bra off.
Dennis had his trousers and pants halfway down and nearly fell over in his efforts to complete the job.
We had a bit of a chuckle, but he stood in front of me naked with the beginnings of an erection coming. I sat down on the end of the bed and took my panties and tights down at the same time.
Dennis’s cock was uncircumcised. With living in Turkey, nearly all the cocks I have seen are circumcised, so this made a nice change for me, and I started with a blow job while he did a grand tour of my body with his hands.
Bur before we got too far with that, he moved his cock away from my mouth, then laid me on my back and entered me. There was no more foreplay. He just fucked me in the missionary position hard and fast.
His face was going bright red in front of me as he pounded away remorselessly and shot his hot semen up me.
Dennis was in ecstasy, but he had cum very quickly and I was nowhere near orgasm. He rolled off me and started telling me how fantastic I’d been
I desperately wanted a cigarette, but he’s a non-smoker so I had to miss out on that. But at least it got us talking about sex.
What I discovered in the next ten minutes or so astounded me. Firstly, that was the first blow job Dennis had had in his life. Angela apparently “didn’t do that sort of thing”, and they only ever had sex in the one position – missionary.
Secondly, Dennis had a few photographs of me taken on weekends away together when we both had young children. Perfectly innocent photos, but he told me that he had wanked while looking at them nearly all his married life. The only one that was remotely sexy was one of me in a royal blue bikini on Margate beach, and it was just a sunbathing pose.
Clearly, I had a bit of training to do! And I told him exactly that, and I started almost immediately.
On our second adventure, I took control, and Dennis became a willing pupil.
Firstly, I introduced him to some more oral pleasures, wanking his cock to an erection before going to town on him with my mouth.
I licked his knob, then all the way up and down his shaft. Then I sucked him hard and sucked his balls too. Twice, I brought him to boiling point before easing off.
I laid down on his bed with my legs wide open, and he wanted to fuck me again, but I was still in control.
“Kiss my pussy Denn,” I demanded.
He did as he was told, and he actually understood very quickly what I wanted.
Denn’s tongue found my pussy lips and then a little later my clit. He had a strong and long tongue, and he was making me squirm and squeal.
As his fingers started playing with me too, I lost it altogether and had a long and noisy cum.
“Now you can fuck me, Dennis,” I told him as I got my breath back.
He went to go for the missionary again, but I stopped him, got him to lay down, and straddled him, easing his cock into my soaking wet pussy,
Again, Dennis didn’t last too long. But it was good, and I had achieved a cum. And my pupil was learning fast.
Apart from visits to the bathroom, we didn’t get out of bed again until near lunchtime the next day, By that time, Denn had experienced two more positions, had perfected the art of licking a lady all over, and managed to be a bit of a stayer too.
I was hungry and dying for a cigarette, so it was lessons over for a while.
In my suitcase, I had a negligee which I slipped on and went downstairs. I needed both a coffee and a cigarette, so I put the kettle on and ventured out through the back door into his garden to satisfy my nicotine craving.
Even though it was lunchtime, it felt very cold in the garden. My negligee was pale pink and sheer, and the cool air had made my nipples erect against the material.
As I came back indoors, Denn walked into the kitchen and smiled as he saw me walking towards him.
“Oh! wow Jill,” he started, “you look absolutely amazing like that.”
I thanked him for the compliment and then asked if he would like to take a pic of me like that.
Denn disappeared, but quickly returned with a camera and took several shots of me.
“When I’m not here, they will be better pics of me to look at, won’t they,” I asked.
Long story short, by the time I left his house, Denn had loads of pics of me in sexy poses. Some completely naked, but most with skimpy underwear, and lots topless. He told me he absolutely adored my boobs, and he was very happy that he had so many different shots of them.
Denn still felt he needed to take me out for dinner every night as a prelude to sex. That was really nice, but I had to be careful what I ate as it’s so easy to put on a few pounds at my age.
But by the last night, the sex was actually brilliant. There were other things I could have taught him, but he had learnt a lot in a short time.
The problem now was that he wanted to see a lot more of me than was possible. He even mentioned me leaving Gary and living with him.
I told him that was a non-starter, and wondered whether I should tell him at that point that Gary knew all that was going on. But if I started down that road, I would have to tell him everything, and I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to accept it all.
Denn dropped me off at the airport and as we said our goodbyes he implored me to come very soon and for much longer. I had dug a big hole for myself, but I did want some sort of repeat sometime soon.
Naturally, I told Gary everything when I got home. He was particularly impressed that I had posed for some sexy pics for Denn.
When I told him how frigid a lover Angela had been, Gary looked amused.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I know that’s not true Jill,” Gary told me.
“Angela and I had a bit of a fling, and she was pretty hot,” Gary continued, “so Dennis is telling you lies for some reason or other.”
I didn’t get it, just couldn’t comprehend what had happened. But it made me angry. Not because my hubby had been unfaithful, but more because it looked like I had been deceived by Denn.
I left it at that. I had other things on my mind now and the next morning, I phoned Hazel to see how she was.
She told me that she had finished packing her stuff and just needed to find somewhere to live. But then she asked if I could spare some time for a chat.
Two hours later, I picked her up at her apartment and we went to have lunch together on the seafront.
She needed to find somewhere to stay fairly quickly. She had looked at a couple of apartments for rent, but they were quite expensive and not particularly nice.
Without really thinking, I asked “Hazel, why don’t you come and stop with us while you look. It will take the pressure off, and we have plenty of room.”
It was only when she told me that she would love to take me up on the offer, that I realized that I had given myself a bit of a problem. Hazel knew very little about Gary’s cuckolding and my part in keeping him happy, and she was certain to find out if she stayed with us for long.
Gary, of course, loved the idea, imagining that he might have a chance of a threesome with the two of us, or even watching us perform. But I knew that Hazel was really off men (for good reason) and that he wasn’t going to be that lucky.
Bless him though, he made three runs to her apartment and back to move her stuff out and store it at our place.
Hazel moved in that night, a Thursday, and on Friday night we took her down to our local bar and introduced her to a lot of our friends.
After a few drinks, she was on top form and became the life and soul of the party. It was really good to see her smile and laugh so much.
Apart from a bit of friendly banter, nothing else happened that night. Hazel went up to her room, and Gary and I to ours a little while later.
In the morning Hazel asked if we could all go out to the bar again, and also if we would take her to see more of the area. It was so different for her seeing what life was like in a small agricultural Turkish town to what she had been used to in a tourist town on the coast.
She liked most of what she saw and told us that she was contemplating buying or renting here. The prices are a lot cheaper and you get more for your money.
We had a great day with a light lunch high in the mountains near an ancient Roman site and got back to our villa in time to freshen up and go down to the bar for dinner and a few drinks.
The bar was very busy. There was a big Turkish soccer match on the TV, and it was packed with local men. A few of the ex-pats were there too, and we joined them after our meal.
Any conversation was difficult while the match was on even though we weren’t in the same area as the soccer fans, but once the match finished, most of them left, and we were able to enjoy ourselves a little more.
The drinks flowed freely, and we all had a real laugh.
In the loo together, Hazel asked me if Gary was going to drive home, clearly concerned about the amount of alcohol he was having. I told her not to worry and that Ray would drop us home when we were ready and Gary would come back for the car in the morning.
And that’s exactly what happened, but I had to quietly tell Ray that there would be no fun because of Hazel’s presence.
Once at home, Gary got us all more drinks and we all chatted some more. The subject got round to Ray, and Hazel said he thought that he was quite familiar with me at times. She also said that she thought he was looking at her legs a bit too much.
I suppose because the drink had taken effect, I told her the truth, that Ray was my toyboy and that we had been having fun together for nearly five years.
Hazel looked over to Gary with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Oh! I encourage her Hazel, don’t be alarmed,” Gary said, trying to put her at ease.
Between us, we took the next ten minutes or so telling her nearly everything. We left the bit about gang bangs out but told her most of the rest.
“So, you know what’s going on between Jill and me too?” Hazel inquired.
“Of course he does,” I said. “Gary and I have no secrets from each other.”
It was quiet for a moment. Hazel looked at both of us in turn, and eventually, a broad grin appeared on her face.
“Well I never,” she said, “I would never have thought it.”
We all chatted a little more while we finished our drinks. Hazel asked how old my toyboy was, and when I told her he hadn’t reached his fortieth birthday yet she said, “well, I can’t blame you then Jill – he’s a bit tasty too.”
That was the first indication from her that she hadn’t completely given up on men, and I could see that Gary had taken note of that fact too.
She continued, “But you are so obviously truly happy, so bully for you.”
Then, very calmly, she stood up, took hold of my hand, pulled me towards the stairs, turned back towards Gary, and said, “If he knows what’s going on and actually likes the idea, we may as well keep him happy Jill.”
And we did. We went to the spare room. I left the door open, and we had a really noisy time together. We were both very tipsy and were probably a lot less patient than normal, but it was really hot sex, although I can’ recall every detail.
In the morning, apart from the hangovers, all seemed normal.
Hazel wanted to go househunting and told us that she was going to look locally in our little town because she loved it.
I asked her if she wanted me to help because I knew the area better. So Hazel and I got to spend more time together.
She would really have liked a villa or bungalow, but she soon found out that her budget wouldn’t stretch that far. But we did find a spectacular second-floor apartment with spectacular mountain views.
We looked at three or four others, but nothing came close to that one. It was brand new and fully fitted and furnished.
Halfway through the afternoon, Hazel told me that she had seen enough and asked me to take her home to our villa.
We had a cup of coffee together and she couldn’t stop talking about the apartment. She was really excited.
“Well make an offer on it then Hazel,” I started.”It’s been finished for quite a while and is still for sale, so they might accept a lower offer.”
Five minutes later her offer had been accepted. Hazel burst into tears of joy as she put her phone down, and gave me a lovely hug as she thanked me for my help.
Gary was nowhere to be seen, so I suggested we shower together. I wanted her to thank me properly.
Her gratitude was overpowering, in the shower to start off with, and then on our marital bed. We were tired but had enough energy to share about an hour together. The more we were together, the better and wilder the sex got.
It was a special session for me because it sort of proved that she had accepted our lifestyle and the fact that we could never be a real partnership.
By the time Gary got home, we had got our nighties on, even though it was only early evening.
He realised straight away that he had missed out on witnessing some more action, but he was happy enough and ordered a takeaway Chinese meal for us all.
We opened a bottle of wine after the meal. Hazel was full of herself, telling Gary all about the apartment.
Her nightie wasn’t all that sexy. It was a cream one with strawberries all over it. It wasn’t see-through, but it was quite short, particularly so with her lovely long legs.
Gary went upstairs to shower and change, and came down a while later wearing just a pair of shorts.
Hazel and I were sitting together on the settee, and we had opened another bottle of wine.
Gary sat on his armchair facing us both and we chatted about the prospect of us all being neighbours.
Then Hazel went on to ask us more questions about our open marriage. We both answered all of her questions honestly, and we had quite a few laughs telling her about some of our adventures.
As I went to top up our wine glasses again, I happened to notice Hazel crossing her legs very slowly directly opposite Gary. Bloody hell, that’s one of my moves!
And it ended up, just for fun, with both of us trying to outdo each other. Gary must have got a real eyeful.
It became just a laugh rather than anything sexual, and nothing else followed. But I think it showed that there may well be a chance of a threesome sometime soon, and confirmed that Hazel still had feelings for men.
The next day, Hazel got a call telling her that everything was settled regarding her new apartment and she got a date to move in, and it was only just over two weeks away.
When Gary found out, he thought it was a good reason for us all to celebrate and suggested that we all go out for a meal that evening.
Hazel and I both agreed and we ended up going to a very high-class restaurant overlooking the marina in Fethiye. Gary drove, so he only had one drink, but Hazel and I shared a bottle of champagne and a cocktail each.
It was a great night out. The meal and the ambience were both wonderful, and Gary was on top form.
We arrived home around midnight, and because he had been so good, I poured him every big measure of his favourite scotch and then opened a bottle of red for Hazel and me.
We were all very happy. Not drunk, but just on a high with a little help from the alcohol. We chatted about all sorts of things, but mostly about where we lived and the things that Hazel had to look forward to here.
Hazel paid a visit to the loo, and when she returned, she walked straight over to where Gary was sitting in his armchair, sat on his lap, hugged him, and told him how grateful she was for his help and for a lovely celebratory evening.
Then she looked over at me before giving him a kiss. It started as just a peck, but it didn’t take long before they were sharing a very tonguey kiss.
They stopped for breath, and I couldn’t believe my ears as Hazel said, “Can we all get together upstairs, I want to thank you both.”
This was so unlike the Hazel that I first met and told me that she couldn’t contemplate sex without being in love.
Gary must have thought he had died and gone to heaven as we all went upstairs to our room. He got his own kit off while I stripped Hazel.
She was wearing a lilac dress which I unzipped at the back, and then carefully lifted it over her head, being careful not to ruin her hair.
Hazel had matching lilac underwear on with sheer hold-ups. By this time Gary was naked on one side of the bed, and Hazel was facing him on the other side with me behind her.
I unclipped her bra, and as I lifted it off, she lay down on our bed and Gary joined her. They quickly resumed their tongue action and I watched as Gary pushed her panties to one side and started to finger her.
It was a strange feeling for me watching two people that I loved beginning to make out in front of me. The sight turned me on a little and I didn’t feel any jealousy. I was thinking more about what was to come, and I started to strip while watching them.
I had to nip to the loo myself, and when I returned they were in a sixty-nine, my hubby giving my girlfriend a good licking while she was sucking his cock.
Joining them was what I wanted, but I was patient and played with my tits whilst watching them get carried away. Gary is brilliant with his tongue, and I watched as he brought Hazel to a cum, and then quickly repositioned and fucked her,
He held her left leg right up in the air so that I could watch his cock going in and out of her, and I’m pretty sure they came at the same time.
When Gary got up, I didn’t waste any time tasting his cum as it flowed out of Hazel’s wonderful pussy, and she didn’t protest as I found her clit with my tongue and I started fingering her.
She was so turned on, she came again very quickly so that I was able to taste the love juices of both my favourite lovers in a matter of moments.
That was the start of a wonderful night of unadulterated sexual action. Gary kept having to have a little rest, but whenever he did, Hazel and I kept going.
The most memorable bit for me was being fucked by my hubby, straddling him while Hazel sat on his face and enjoyed a good licking from him. I played with her lovely erect nipples at the same time and I remember wishing that someone was filming the scene because I would love to watch it over and over.
Eventually, we all fell to sleep. I woke in the morning just as a naked Gary was walking into the bedroom with a tray full of coffees. Hazel was still asleep. She had thrown the duvet off her, and her lovely slim naked form was there for us both to admire.
After the coffees, we all lay in bed together and talked about our experiences. There were lots of cuddles as we all agreed what a fabulous time we had all had.
“Would you two ladies honour me by doing that all again sometime soon please?” Gary asked with pleading eyes.
“Tonight would suit me,” Hazel replied unhesitatingly, before looking at me for confirmation. My smile was enough for that.
My mind was in a whirl all day, not helped really by some messages.
Firstly, Vanessa sent me two different sets of dates that would be suitable for us to have a link up in Northern Cyprus again. Just the two of us, no Gary and no Kurt.
Then, a little later, an email from Denn emploring me to go over and visit him, very soon, and for a bit longer.
And finally, a message from Ben, my long-standing holiday sex lover in England, asking if he could come for a week’s stay in about a month’s time.
It was all exciting, but clearly, time management was going to be a top priority. I didn’t want to miss out on any of them, and I was going to have Hazel to think of too. After all, she would only be living five minutes away. Phew!