As I’d suggested, we took the tube to Leicester Square then walked the short distance to Trafalgar Square, where we took photos of the four of us in...every combination possible sitting in front of or climbing on top of one of the lions at the foot of Nelson’s Column. It had to be done, I think it’s a law or something. You have to have your photo taken with the lions.On the walk down The Mall towards The Palace, it was quite clear that we were two couples rather than a foursome. Well, two. They offer to cut me some slack with tuition if I give motivational testimony to the alumni once a year. It's actually a good deal. One I can afford." But?" No but. What's your take. Would you be okay..." Are you kidding me? You really have to ask me if I'm okay with you coming back home?" Well, are you?" You idiot! Of course! When can you move?" They want an answer in the next ten days." And just how long does it take to type 'I accept your offer.'? Sheesh! Go! Accept! Don't call again before. It may have been visible to some men whose eyes had followed me as I walked past them in a corridor! They seemed keen on my legs as well as I saw them eyeing them up and flirtily straightened the stocking seam on my right leg. (The cum on my leg I admit to scooping off when pissing and giving it a slurping too!)On walking to the table I noted Baz had taken Vinny’s place. “My turn,” he cockily said as I sat down.“Oh you think so!” I jibed back at him adding a “we will see.”The waitress came over. No tears? No bad memories?” Diana asked me.“No tears. Only great memories. I was trying to find a place where she would tell me that I was wrong.”“Wrong?”“Yeah, you know. Incorrect. In error. Mistaken.”Diana rolled her eyes.“I was looking to find even one ghost that would tell me that I was an idiot to try to let her go. She told me to let her go. She asked me to always be her Valentine, but she asked me to let my friends save me. I’m not even tearing up thinking about her last moments. So, I.