“How was your weekend honey” I asked. Teena was surprised and just said “it was ok”. “Did you visit your bar at all?” I then asked. “Oh ...t isn’t much fun going alone” Teena replied. “Well maybe I could join you one night this week” I said. Teena was surprised and delighted “sure Fiona, that would be nice” she said.The rest of the week whizzed by. Me and Teena had a drink on Thursday night and Teena got a little bit tipsy. She kissed me and then apologised. “Oh don’t apologise Teena. It was. "You're acting ... I dunno ... squirrely or something." You? The king of squirreldom? Suggesting I'm the one who's squirrely?" Yeah," he said, unfazed. "You act like you're all hot for some girl. Who is she?"My eyes darted to his mother, who was across the room doing something at the book case. I got them off of her right away, but he looked to where I had looked and then back at me."Ha, ha," he said. "Like it could be my mom. Come on. Who is she?" What do you mean, Ha, Ha?" I asked, upset for. "Trousers down Michael," Father Rafferty insisted, "You heard the reverend mother." But father!" I protested."Trousers down Michael," the mother superior ordered, "Let us see if you're man enough for the good lord's work." Oh let me!" Sister Pious insisted and she stepped forward and grabbed my fly buttons and fumbled awkwardly as she tried to undo them.She was no beauty but the scent of her in her starched headpiece and black robe and her fingers on me was enough and I started swelling in my. Sara smiled as she looked around. She loved warm and cozy places, and small village pubs like the Grey Lion with their decor and fireplaces were very much that. The pub seemed quieter and a bit emptier than she usually remembered, but a quick look to the wall clock quickly reminded her why. It was half two now. The lunch crowd had gone and it was too early for the tea crowd. Actually that worked in Sara's favor because the least number of people she saw, the better the odds she wouldn't be.