Chapter Eighteen (Monday 7th June 2010) Mary Rose wasn't answering calls tonight because she was in her trendy local wine bar, and in there mobiles were verboten. At the time it was a "London thing". Not that she'd anticipated being there and being incommunicado. Although she was by no means a stranger in that bar, her visits were relatively rare. If it ha...
Chapter One Dave and I walked into the Busfeild Arms ten minutes late. That is to say we had been supposed to be there at high noon and we went through the front door just after ten past. To me, the "late Heather Hunter", the timing meant nix. Dave wasn't saying anything but, as Miss Punctuality, she was probably seething. And tee-hee to that! Why should...
Introduction We're friends now, right? So I'm dropping the lengthy intros. From hereon I'm just going to get on with the story. Last time I left you having just clicked with a thirty-something skinhead with hairy armpits. We were bound for the pub after my very first night class . . . And here's how it went. Chapter Thirty-Five You probably assume that,...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE We spent Monday night in my bed then, significantly, Tuesday to Thursday nights in Dave's. I bit my tongue and didn't comment on that, but saw it as good. My host's room was no longer out of bounds for me. I was back in the fold. Yippee!! Sex wasn't confined to the bedroom, either. We had our Wednesday evening meal in the pub and then,...