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At the age of forty, a colleague that was working at the same company approached me and suggested that we start our own business. He was ten years my junior and very bright. Ralph, the person in question, also had access to finance because he came from a well-off family. His dad had retired at an early age and sold his company for a small fortune a few years before. It seemed a very good proposition and with the modest amount that I was able to invest, I became a twenty-five percent shareholder in our enterprise.Fourteen years on, the company had done very well but my presence was becoming a problem for my partner. At the age of fifty-four, I had become a dinosaur in his eyes and it was clear that he was of the opinion that I should be put out to pasture. With my fifty-fifth birthday a year away, it was ‘mutually’ decided that I would take early retirement twelve months hence. During this period I would be paid out for my shares on a monthly basis. The pay-out was very satisfactory and I really had nothing to moan about.In all honesty, I was sick and tired of city life and had begun to yearn for solitude. Four years before, my long-term relationship had ended, and I had vowed never to get involved permanently with anyone again. If I met anyone interesting in the future, I reasoned, we would live in our own homes and only get together when it suited us.Once my future fate at work had been sealed, I took a four-week holiday to a coastal area I had always loved, to find my future home. Strangely, I ended up buying a home fifteen miles inland from the coast in a remote and picturesque little village. It was a quaint home that I bought for a song, but as one would expect, it needed a good deal of upgrading. The added benefit of Escort Haramidere living in this enclave was that there was a substantial city two hours away and so if I developed cabin fever, help was close at hand.I am sure that in the lives of everyone there are periods that are infinitely forgettable. I shan’t bore you with the eighteen most tedious months of my life, suffice to say that the first twelve were spent seeing out my time at the company prior to retiring, and the latter six renovating my new home. The renovation was a huge strain, but ultimately everything turned out fine and I was over the moon with the final result.Even more satisfyingly, in the six months of arduous renovation, I grew to love the village and its people. Very early on I let it be known that I was gay. I simply didn’t have the time or inclination to deal with expectant widows and divorcees. It always amused me how often I had been told; ‘I would never have guessed you are gay.’ In a world where the media always portray gay men in a stereotypical fashion, I supposed that this was to be expected. Standing six-foot-tall, I had a good physique and no feminine affectations. Gratefully, the locals seemed totally unfazed by my sexual orientation.The local pub and grill was my only entertainment during the renovation period. With work also taking place at my home on many a Saturday, my city visits had been placed on hold for the time being.The pub was located about a mile and a half away from my home. My routine visits to the pub took place on Wednesdays and Friday evenings. On Wednesdays, they had a special menu for all the locals and the prices were so inexpensive that it really wasn’t worth cooking at home. İkitelli escort The food they served was also excellent, but with the place as busy as it was I never stayed very long. Fridays, however, were much more to my taste and was very much ‘the men’s’ drinking evening.Other than a guy called Cedric, who was as camp as a row of pink Ferraris, I appeared to be the only other gay person frequenting the bar. Cedric was the local hairdresser and lived on a smallholding five miles out of the village. He took care of all the local ladies coiffure requirements and thankfully only visited the pub once a month. I always avoided him like the plague.All the local guys looked like your farmer Joe types and there were a number of ‘beauties’ among them. Top of the list for me was a thirty-year-old bachelor who was renowned as the local stud. Needless to say, he was very popular among the ladies and if rumours were to be believed, even some of the married women. There was also a handsome trio consisting of a farmer and his two sons. The farmer was in his mid-forties and the two boys twenty-two and twenty years of age. They were all friendly and great to chat with.A particular favourite of mine was a man named Danny and I enjoyed his company the most. Danny was six-foot-three-tall and huge of stature. Danny had a huge jovial visage that instantly made you smile. All his oversized features were overpowered by the most impressive moustache I had ever seen. It was like he had a huge bristle broom stuck under his nose. His large gut and mitt-sized hands were a thing of wonder. I was always crazy about shaking hands with him, a ritual he never overlooked, and the way he always seemed to be clamping your shoulder Çapa escort bayan as he spoke to you. Even at the age of sixty, he was a very handsome man.Sadly, several weeks after I met Danny one of the other men at the bar informed me that his wife was not in a good way and only had a few months to live. “She was never one to complain and sadly, when the doctor saw her a week ago, well…” He never finished his statement, merely spread his arms open in a ‘what the fuck’ gesture.Over the following three months I saw Danny on very few occasions. When he did pop in he was there for a very short time before leaving.Three months later Danny’s wife finally passed. Although I had never met her I did attend the funeral at the local church. It was a sad day and Danny looked very distressed.Over the following four weeks, I did not see Danny until I arrived at the pub one Friday at nine-thirty, which was later than normal. As I drove up to the very full parking area I simply pulled into the first open parking available, which happened to be furthest from the entrance. I must just explain one thing about our village; because there was no street lighting, most people drove to the pub because on moonless and cloudy evenings one could barely see where you were walking in the dark.Inside the pub, as I did my usual circuit of greetings I observed a sombre-looking Danny on the far side of the bar. After a short while, I eventually made my way in his direction and sat on the stool next to him. Danny had already consumed quite a few beers and continued to do so over the following hour or so. What amazed me during our time together was that given his intake of liquid, he never once had to relieve himself. This guy must have had a bladder of incredible proportions, I thought to myself.On this evening as Danny progressively got more pissed, he showed me a small photo that he extracted from a wallet, of a picture of he and his wife taken thirty years earlier. As I had suspected, Danny had been unbelievably good-looking when he was younger.

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