She is ready to go. We leave to the quiet unspoken astonishment of the men and some women in the pub who view her moving lilting breasts. She looks at...one of the men and smiles as we go through the entrance. We walk in the summer warmth with my arm protectively around her waist. Anyone looking would just think I have a thing for older women. A few men passing by take surreptitious glances at Mum’s chest and one gives her the come on look. “I like this Ian –being scanned sexually be all these. Being the fifth man there I had a chair at the end of the table as my friends crowded into the booth. I eavesdropped on the conversation my dream girl was having with her friends and to my surprise the topic was blow jobs. My courage was high from the many green beers I had put away so I pulled off a move that I, in my buzzed state, considered epic (I still think it was epic BTW). In one deft motion I slid my chair from my booth over to theirs. ‘I’m John and your conversation sounds better. ’ ‘Chivalry never dies, milady,’ I said, eliciting a few small throaty chuckles from her. I got in the driver’s seat and the red Matrix rolled forward onto the street. I glanced at her quickly and looked at her eyes. There was a furtive shadow of sadness in them. It was there for about a second, until she caught me looking. There was a noticeable change. She gave me a knowing smile and the hint of sadness was quickly replaced by a flirty look. She broke the silence first. ‘So Paul, where’re. How about if you phone a good friend, tell them where you are, and in the morning, we can try to sort out your car?”“Thank you. I didn’t really fancy going out in the rain again. I can phone my best friend.” With that, I handed her the phone, and went to get her another brandy as she had started shivering again. When I came back in, Suzy was giggling at something that her friend must have said, and replied to her that “she hoped so”. With that, she hung up the phone and handed it back to.