Pretty soon you had washed and dried all the pans I had been using. The kitchen began to have order restored once more. ‘Perhaps I should start to ...et the dinner table?’ You suggested. ‘Where’s the tablecloth?’ I went to the linen cupboard and pulled out the festive embroidered cloth we traditionally used for the Christmas table. ‘Come and help me get it straight on the table, will you?’ And you were off down the corridor. I couldn’t believe I was following a bare bum in a sort of hypnotic. Allister was currently living in London, and although Edinburgh was not such a bad place, I always enjoyed receiving news from the city I missed so much.I went into the study, and once I slit open the envelope containing Allister's letter, I found a short handwritten note and a longer typewritten document of some sort. The note read as follows:Dear Cousin,I hope this letter finds you happy and healthy. Things in London are going quite well for me at the present time. For so many years after the. I was 25 years old and had been married for two years, and I must admit the marriage hadn't started well and just seemed to deteriorate weekly. My wife was more interested in parties, visits to pub's and getting drunk. Thereby making a fool of herself and drawing lewd remarks and gestures, by horny male vultures, who you will find in any of these establishments, waiting to pounce on any vulnerable female.This was occurring too often, when I was away on my job. I was getting more and more. "Come on now Simon with a bit of efforton your part you could even enjoy yourself tonight." He laughed, whiteteeth gleaming in his leery smile. " My wife is away, so I can evenstay over, if you're a very lucky boy!"Simon was frozen in shock and surprise. He could think of nothing butthe sight of his landlord in front of him. As he lounged on the couch,penis hardening in his hands, fat belly heaving, a dirty smile playingover the ruddy, red features and grey white hair swept back in agrease.