"Tell that fucking solicitor to get his fucking arse in gear" he said as mum stepped aside to let him out, the smile on her face as we watched him cli...b into his car and pull away had nothing to do with him, but more to do with my finger that was prodding at the tiny little hole between mum's buttocks!"That reminds me" she said with a shudder and came into my arms to kiss me, "I replied to Karen yesterday, let's see if she's sent me a message"Our mouths opened and she sighed as we kissed deeply. I walked into the house and found John in the chair facing the passageway and door from the lounge. I looked at him and smiled. He didn’t smile back at me. “What time do you call this?” he asked. I smiled at him again thinking that he was putting on this hard man act just because he felt that he had to. “Be a darling and pay the taxi man, he’s waiting outside,” I replied. John just sat there and watched me for a while. Eventually he got up out of the chair and walked towards me with a stern. “Well Robbie,” Jim said, “You had better check your radio.”He undid the Bergen finding the plastic case that contained the radio, on the case was a card with the various frequencies he would use. A10, Kandahar Opps, and Para. The radio was set for Kandahar Opps. He extended the small umbrella type aerial and fitted the head phones to his ears. Finally switching on the set he waited a moment as a soft glow steadied. He depressed the transmit button twice paused then twice again, he heard three. I made her meal, tidied up the place and left. And so it carried on. She was always sweet and nice to me in her flat.One week later, she told me to come to her flat the next afternoon.This is what I had dreaded. I assumed, rightly, that she wanted to visit my flat again.When I arrived, she beckoned me in, pointing down for me to kneel beside her.‘Slave, my girlfriends and I have been thinking of things I want to do at that nice flat of yours and we’ve thought of a couple of good scenarios. One.