I’m fond of a little notoriety and Hannah Johnson’s blatant disapproval was priceless. I’ve never seen anyone go so red.Oops, sorry Diary. I’v... just spilled coffee on the page. I was laughing and totally missed my mouth. Ironic, really.I digress. New Year’s Eve, The Anchor. There we were, me and Saskia, in the thick of it when I got a tap on the shoulder. Rob. Says he’s worried. He’s got money riding on the outcome and wants to know if we can really beat our time. My reassurances weren’t enough. It looked enough like a regular men's shirt that Iwasn't concerned about anyone noticing.When I arrived at the store I hurriedly did my restocking, unlocked thedoor, and dashed into my booth. Once inside I removed my shoes, socks,and pants. I had to wait on a couple of early customers standing therein my blouse, panties, and pantyhose but they didn't have a clue. Afterthey left I hurriedly tugged on my half-slip, high heels, and tightskirt and worked the next several hours fully dressed as a. Looking up didn’t help his case any. She was standing on the edge of the bank looking out at the river. Her skin tight jeans showing off a perfect heart shaped ass, one that would bring a man to his knees. He tried to readjust quickly, just before she turned back around.“How has the fishing been today,” she asked curiously.“It’s been slow-going so far, but I managed to haul one in that was around ten pounds.”“Wow, I haven’t caught one like that in a long time.” She walked over towards his chair. She took me, flying, to visit my ... to visit Ruth. In the Cotswolds. At least, in the summer country equivalent.” He stopped suddenly, and awkwardly tore off a piece of kitchen towel to mop at his eyes. Aibhilin’s grip on his neck, he realised, had slackened. “Aibhilin’s asleep,” he said. “I’ll take her upstairs.”Once his daughter was safely in her cot, he trotted downstairs, through the kitchen and out to fetch his robe from the circle.Suitably gowned, and back in the kitchen, he noticed that.