“Sure,” Gina smiled, her red eyes wet, “Why ‘Ray’?”“Too many Brians at Sandhurst, so Lieutenant ‘Ray’ Wilson, sorta stuck. He was a ...amous footballer a long time ago, so the drill sergeant used my second name and I prefer it now.”“Is Carol okay with this... ?”“I proposed yesterday. Carol said ‘yes’,” I grinned.“Good, really good,” Gina smiled, “Something good has come out of this mess, anyway.”“There’s Alexandria!”“Of course, there’s always Alex.”“You and Carol always lived locally then, not. Even the slightest stimulus – the shape of a bedpost the sound of the barmans voice the feel of your own skin – is enough to send you over the edge into Fantasy Land. You turn to look up into the town and notice that the Brazilian woman sitting up there on the wall is watching you. You hesitate unsure whether to stare back or look away. She points at the bottle beside her. Motions for you to join her. *You are English?* she asks stubbing out the butt of her cigarette on the wall. You shake your. Her big boobs thrusting out invitingly, well she hoped Bob would find them inviting.She looked down at the bed, expecting to see the leather micro skirt that had caused such a stir when Steve made her wear it on holiday, but it wasn't there, despite him having told Bob about it in great detail in front of her at the pub in a none too quiet voice. Instead there was a short black maids skirt that she hadn’t seen before, complete with flouncy petticoat. As she put it on and tucked the blouse in. I explained they could print things like business cards, wedding invitations, thank you and birthday cards, news sheets and books. They could make ruled paged notebooks and accounts books, calendars, anything really that could be printed.I even made a special paper and made old-fashioned bankbooks for Jim’s customers. The hardest part was putting the individual numbers on each book. He loved them, as it made it easier for his staff and the customers to keep tabs on their accounts. The customers.