I made my way over to them and introduce myself and she said her name was Sherry and I believe his name was Mark, I was sitting next to Sherry and Daw... came over and said to me " I see you met my friend Sherry" as she introduced herself to Sherry's boyfriend mark, we all talked for quite a while. I looked over at Dawn and noticed she had her left hand on the back of Mark's head caressing the back of his neck as they talked and I don't believe Sherry had noticed because we were in a pretty. I went home and got the van. We went to Oxford Island on Lough Neagh. Together we walked along the lakeside and talked. We spent the day learning more about each-other's hopes and dreams and just knew we were right for each other. On the way home we stopped at Aghalee and visited Jeans parents, John and Margaret. We had Sunday dinner with them and while Jean and her mum were doing the dishes I sat in the living room with her father and squirmed. Eventually he told me to stop fidgeting and come. Too much coke and too much booze." You're right, baby. I'm going to cut back ... starting now."She gave me a mournful look. "Oh, Sam, could you?" For you, baby, anything." I diverted my eyes from hers and plopped them back on the road.She unfastened her seatbelt and slid closer to me on the bench seat. I draped my arm around her, and she leaned her head on my shoulder."So," I said, "are you going to tell me how it went?"She gave a little nod. "When the guys arrived, I poured us all champagne. His wife, or the pair of them, must have picked it up sometime last week. It was a simple, plain and unadorned black dress that fell to just above the knee. It was close fitted enough to follow the curve of hip and waistline. The sleeves were long, almost down to her wrists and the neckline low enough to show the start of cleavage, but nothing to flagrant for the occasion. The material of the dress was stretchy enough to accentuate her budding breasts and prove to those who looked, that she was.