Now she looked like a woman who, in the words my own mother often used, had “let herself go”.Her hair was now lank and greasy and her face, with t...e mouth wide open as she snored on the sofa, had the tell-tale broken veins of the heavy drinker. Far from the slim firm body of her younger days she had now piled on the pounds and was bordering on obese. She was wearing a grubby t-shirt that was stretched tight over her breasts and the “double ripple” rolls of fat below - one beneath her breasts. The variations were by place and situation.PG also had some other peeves, but I can't recall them right now (hint, hint).The Setup:At this time we agreed to meet in real life. We thought a meeting on neutral ground during some weekend while our room-mates are gone, and why not mix it with one of her fantasies...We found a weekend when Liz is supposed to visit Jeff's parents, and my room-mate Jim is supposed to visit his parents. They will booth be gone from friday evening to sunday afternoon.I. " OK," she thought, and I definitely saw amusement on her face "I want a night with you where I call the shots. ALL the shots."I only thought for a second. "OK," I said. I was terribly relieved. In just one night, she'd get her revenge, and then it would be over--we would be back together again. She still refused to stay, saying she'd come over the following night to collect on my promise first.The following night Sara appeared around 8pm. She seemed cheerful enough. She asked me if I was ready. ’ Feeling brave, Ruth took hold of James’s hand. “Good. It’ll be romantic.”**************************************************************************************************************************** The couple left The Crown half an hour later. Their friends raised their eyebrows, one or two of them winking. Hand in hand they walked to the Rising sun, where they sat with their soft drinks, talking non-stop. It transpired that they had many things in common, and the time passed without.