Watching them as they made their way up towards the exit he entered through the door into the cluttered small dressing room where he found Ben sitting...in front of the mirror removing his make up, the flat dressing table surface in front of him covered in make up, good luck cards, flowers and the usual rubbish that dressing rooms accumulated. Clapping his friend on his back Mitch told him, ‘Great performance Ben, very funny. Should be a sell out, the audience loved it. Great part and you hit it. It’s Called “pre-sleep”.You miss the days when everything worked with just an “ON” and “OFF” Switch...You tend to use more 4 letter words... “what?”...”when?”... ???Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it’s not safe to wear it anywhere.You notice everything they sell in stores is “sleeveless”?!!!What used to be freckles are now liver spots.Everybody Whispers.You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet... 2 of which you will never wear.But Old is good in some things: Old songs, Old movies,. Then he slid his hands into the belt loops of her jeans and worked them down her legs. He stopped to admire her bare ass when it came into view with her panties still wedged in her crotch like a thong. He ran his finger along the crack of her ass and pushed the cloth of her panties against her tender back hole."Please," she begged him. Without warning he slapped her round ass extremely hard, leaving a red hand print."Do not speak unless I tell you to," he spat angrily. When she began to sob in. For anything else Londoner’s take the bus or the tube.’ ‘No buses or trains around here I’m afraid.’ She tightened the reins and Drummond raised his head. ‘We will have to work on you and turn you into the landed gentry.’ ‘You can try.’ Annabel said nothing, just smiled and flicked the reins. She gave me a smile and a wave and was off. I watched her ride away. It would be very pleasant to spend time in her company, even if that meant having to ride a horse. Perhaps I should take riding lessons.