Both my editor and my wife say that I should branch out to other categories and I’m working on that but it’s hard. I’ve been married three times...and my first two wives cheated on me so I know what it feels like. I did a tour of Nam, lived overseas for a while and even graduated from a black Baptist College, I’m white, and so I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I write the best stories I can and usually haven’t a clue how I’m going to end them until I’m at least half way through, even then. She was busy and it would be a while before she came inside. I returned to the stockings and finally untied them. I looked each stocking over to see if the file had damaged them. I was relieved to discover that it hadn’t.I slipped my pants off and began pulling the first stocking on and then the second. Once I had both of them on I lie back on my bed, put my legs in the air and kicked them about as I relished their appearance in the cinnamon stockings. It was at this point that I noticed. The Ocean People saw that I was in a sorry state and they took pity on me.’ Glade wasn’t quite sure that Demure’s account was wholly true. ‘Other Knights were also roaming the savannah,’ said Glade. ‘You weren’t the only one. You could easily have sought them out and gained safety in numbers. And why did you come as far as the coast. It’s a very long way from the savannah. I don’t believe you stumbled across the Ocean People merely by chance.’ ‘That’s what happened to you,’ Demure reminded. “Yes,” Kate replied. She liked the idea that they would be talking on the phone throughout the time they were there.Kate watched as he placed his towel down and lay no more than a couple of yards away. His legs pointed directly at her. He placed the bag at his back and sat up looking at Kate. She heard his voice.“Lie down facing me.”Kate folded her arms under her head and lay down facing him. She watched as he slowly lifted one leg while the other lay straight on the ground. She took a breath.