’ ‘Are you serious?’ ‘Yes, of course. He kept wanting more.’ Andrew shook his head. ‘It was the way he yelled Allah Akbah when he came tha... finally led me to leave him.’ ‘Now your teasing is becoming absurd.’ ‘Yes, but you still love it, Andrew.’ ‘Yes, I do.’ ‘Seriously. I did have a brief liaison with an Arab boy. He was a refugee from Algeria during the troubles there.’ ‘You are so cosmopolitan, Clare. All my relationships have been with English people. I don’t even have an Irish or Scottish. Would you like that Vincent?” “Does a dog like bones? Hell yes, I’d love to see you put on a show. Your making this old guy feel young.” I sprayed his car with water and got all the soap off and then towel dried it. Then I took Vincent’s hand and led him into my house. “Why don’t you sit here in this chair? I’ll go get my vibrator and you can watch me masturbate. Would you like that Vincent?” “Oh God, you’re so sexy Alice. Yes, I’d love to watch you masturbate.” I ran to my bedroom and got. Tom said nothing, just held the precious woman who was his life.They fell asleep with her still lying on top of him. They woke in the small hours, cleaned each other up and then fell asleep again in each other's arms. Morning brought gentle love-making followed by a joint shower.At ten o'clock the telephone rang. It was Ben Longfellow for Tom."Good morning, Mr Clifford. It's Ben Longfellow, Susan's father. We heard the story last night and I'd just like to say on behalf of my wife and myself. There were some other fat people in my gym, which felt a littleencouraging. But there were a lot of sports-illustrated-bodies around aswell, if you catch my meaning. Every sight of them brought me down. Themen, because I knew I did not have the discipline to get there myself andthe women, because I knew I could never look good enough, to even hit onone of them. Maybe now you?ve got an idea, why I?m not that happy rightnow...I start with a low walking pace. After I programmed the treadmill, I.