There’s a reason! I’ve read about it and written about it but never at my age ever expected to find myself in a similar position to the poor chaps...that I feature in so many of my stories. Yes, my wife has … There’s someone else. The biter bit, or perhaps the writer hit indeed! His name is Joss, and no despite the name he is quite white as white could be though there are some strong hints of black about him. As you may imagine then, his full head of ginger hair makes him quite striking. Younger. .. uh, friendly ... with Mrs. Cummings?”“You can see a lot of shit from up in my room. I’ve seen you two going over there to ‘help’ her out for an hour or two and coming back smelling like the backseat of a car after a Saturday night date. Anyway, I don’t care if you ask me about my friends, guys or girls, so what’s the big deal?”“So, it’s still rude and personal. If I was seeing a lady, no matter who she was or how old or what grade, I still wouldn’t tell anyone about it.”“Yeah? Well, like I. ‘Yeah, I do. And so what if I’m a ‘nutter’? Do you have any other prospects in the wings that I should know about?’ ‘That’s none of your business Mr. McCord!’ ‘I’ll take that as a no then. Dinner, next Friday at The Prancing Pony. Be there at seven sharp, and leave the bitchy attitude at home.’ Andrew said as he got up and left. Calli sat at the table speechless for several minutes after he’d gone. She was seething with fury at his brutish treatment. No man had ever literally swept her off her. There was Jane, Ben's girlfriend and Heather. They were obviously disappointed momentarily when they realised that I was to be their billet, not Tony whom they all knew, but quickly covered this up, put my bag in the boot of an old car and set off with me sitting in the back seat with Heather." Was Heather disappointed that you were there instead of Tony? Jill butted in."Yes, I'm pretty sure she was, but at least she was too polite to show it. Anyway, as we were driving through town, along a.
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