It’s clear why the hotelier was interested in the lady… whilst I think she led a rather dull and uneventful life, all things considered… she’d worked as a shop assistant when she was younger, but after getting married she’d stayed at home…
a husband completely absorbed in his work who, whilst he didn’t exactly neglect her, certainly took her for granted…
then this is one piece of the jigsaw… but so many doubts remain…
Could the hotelier have been just one in a long line?
I reckon the affair had been going on for some time… even the previous year, it would happen that I’d come home in the afternoon and not find her there.
Obviously, I was more taken with him; I think he was rather well-endowed…
I thought he was much bigger than me, but I was still growing.
Then, on such a small man, the penis seems bigger…
He was a cross between a cherub and a hobbit…
I saw them having sex too… but later on, on other occasions, I got a better view
In any case, even that was more than enough
Yes, the hotelier was a real legend; he had an innate charm. I never saw him in a bad mood – always smiling and cheerful…
He had this love for life and for women (whereas my father is a grumpy, boring sort)
More than anything, I think he understood women and knew which strings to pull… as well as having a way with words
My father was passionate about trout fishing in mountain streams, which you do in spring and summer, and according to him, you caught more in the morning…
We’d head out nearby anyway, setting off at about 7 am so we’d be back in time for lunch…
Very often, we’d catch little or nothing…
and my mum would urge her husband on
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