Living Alone

I'm Colin 33 single and last of my family in this part of the country, the others haven't died just moved away for work and careers. I never went to university like them and kept myself going doing all types of jobs. Had some relationships that faded away and now I was alone, but I do have friends but feel like a third wheel as they are married and I'm not. So I'm left them to their lives and kept tp myself more. Any woman I meet around my age is either married or in an relationship or a lesbian. Either way there isn't room for me, I'm no catch either at 6' fit but average looking. So I don't have much cash to try and impress them, I still work long hours and live in my old 2 bed cottage on a large block 7 miles out of town. It was given to me by my late grandfather and is perfect for a single man. I collect stuff to sell for extra cash, remove old cars and strip them down and sell what I can and sell the rest as scrap. I don't charge or pay for the old cars and I remove. I get called by people who have an old car or old wreck on their property and I come remove it. They don't need to pay and I get something that is worth some money if your willing to do the work. Back in late May I was called to remove an old delivery van on a property. It was going to be redeveloped and the company foreman knew I removed old wreck a nd gave me a call. I saw the old van on the Friday and told him I would remove it the next afternoon. I have a large flatbed trailer I winch them onto and take to my place and break them up for whatever I can get out of them and scrap the rest selling the metal. I don't make heaps but it keeps me busy on weekends and give me some extra cash. Anyway I was winching the van onto my my trailer, when a woman came up to saying she wanted her stuff out of it. I looked at her and she said she had been using it as a place to sleep. So I let her get her stuff, 2 plastic bags. I asked where would you go now, she just shrugged her shoulders. I felt sorry for removing her and told her she wanted she could stay in the van at my place until she found something else. She name is Margret 58 divorced no children and lives by working spot jobs and sleeping rough. She wasn't sure but with a storm brewing she decide it was better than under the bridge. So we headed back to my place I unloaded the van as close as I could to my cottage. I let her use my bathroom while I got the van placed. It started to rain harder and I went inside and started getting my dinner ready, I offered Margret some and she was happy to join me. I'm not a great cook, but do make great hotdogs and beans. Sometimes I lash out and have chili dogs, anyway I had my dinner with a couple beers and after Margret went to the van. The next morning I done work on another old car I breaking up and Margret asked could she my washing machine, yes I said and she done her washing hanging up in the work shed as it was stilling raining a bit, my washing was left by me laying on the floor next to the machine and she done it for me. I usually done my washing when I had a full load and everything in together. There's an shack on my place, it's just one room 2 windows and a door, but good roof so it's dry. Margret had a look inside it and asked would I mind her using it and I told go ahead, I've no use for it. She got to work cleaning out, there wasn't much in there. After she had finished I had a quick look and decided to give her furniture. I had stacked away in another shed behind the work shed. She didn't need a lot as the shack wasn't really that big. A old bed frame a small table and a chair, she cleaned them up and I got a couple of old foam mattresses one with and one without a cover and some bed sheets from spare room/storage place. A couple of nails and the table and were serviceable. Over the next weeks we became close friends, I would go to town to work and drop her off to look for work and pick her up on wat home. Then I decided I was sick of my cooking and we stooped at a diner and I bought dinner for us both. As we arrived home there was a flash of lightning another storm was coming thru. Margret sat watching T V with me and then the power went off. I lit a candle and was offered to help her to the shack. She then asked would I like company in my bed instead of her going to her shack. I said okay if you want and she stayed with me and I fucked her for the first time. After that night she sleeps with me every night and I get sex and am quite happy with out arrangement. We have cleaned out my spare and its junk is in the shack, Margret keeps house for me and she helps me scrap and pick up the any old car I'm ask to remove. She has also got a job in town working at the supermarket, but is still living and sleeping with me.