" She's a stuck up bitch and I can't stand to be around her." Too bad. It bugs me that my two favorite people can't get along."It wasn't as expensive ...s I had thought it would be or as difficult to do as I had expected and two days later I had a voice activated tape recorder hooked up to the phone line. The next day when I got home from work I waited until Helen was doing the dinner dishes and I went and got the tape out of the recorder and put in a fresh tape. In my basement workshop I put the. Earl seemed like a nice-enough man; in his thirties, square-jawed and handsome in a rugged way. His sandy hair was too long for my taste, but his eyes were warm and brown. He looked like an aging hippie, except that he wore khaki pants and a red flannel shirt, was clean and neatly dressed. There was a beery smell about him however, a masculine musk. "I'll just change out of this dress," I said."No need, Elizabeth," Earl said. "You won't get dirty." I followed Earl through what he referred to as. She had on a tall pair of black heels, the hottest pair of black floral patterned stockings that I’ve ever seen complete with sexy black lace briefs and some sort of white/cream coloured open at the front see through babydoll that was loosely tied at the front. Her only words to me were “here I am” in which I think I replied lucky me or and I’m the luckiest man alive or something like that.I remember getting off the bed and walking towards this truly incredible looking woman with a fixed gaze. ‘How about you take me back to my place and I return the favour with coffee and a scotch?’ His face lit up. ‘Love to!’ We made our way out of campus, and back up the road we’d travelled earlier that day. Tonight though, instead of getting the long-closed tube, we walked, arm in arm, drunk on the atmosphere of the evening, and quite at ease. As we passed Camden Town the heavens opened. One of those rare night-time dumps of rain in London where it appears a whole month of rain is being dropped in.