Come on ….’ The desperation must have been audible in my voice and Kel, my business partner, knowing me of old caved in ‘If you must Pete, if yo... must.’ Chucking on my leathers I jump on my bike and speed home. Throwing my favourite Cardin, light grey, wool suit, shirt tie and all the usual stuff in my saddle bags, I grab my passport and head for Dover. ‘I can’t fail to get a ferry on the bike’ was the last practical thought I had as the next five hundred miles or so were consumed with thoughts. She could usually read about two or three chapters each day which was decidedly slow but she liked to go back and read some passages a second time if they make her tingle in a special way between her legs. She was a shy girl and seldom if ever spoke to any strangers, especially men, who almost always turned out to be married sleezeballs looking for a cheap piece of ass.The weather was nice now and she had taken to wearing her short skirt and thin blouse to keep cool under the branches of the. And to be fair, this was a pretty huge thing to ask for.I’m smiling as I stand at the luggage carousel, remembering the sizeable knot that had appeared in my stomach as I waited for his reply. I was sure he would say no and would’ve more than understood his reasons for that. The logistics of getting the time off work and physically getting here would have been enough of a challenge. But when you add to that the fact that we both have significant others who would notice if we went missing for. He'll come around. You're too good a piece for him to give up on," Jennifer nodded at her friend's words."Okay. Okay," said Jennifer.I was looking up at the blinking Budweiser sign above the bar. It'd been six months since I left the house. I had not seen nor heard of Jennifer since that night. Nor as far as I knew had she made any effort to contact me. I was remembering back, as I had almost nightly since, that I hadn't even eaten the pot roast she'd prepared for me that final night. Pot.