You'll probably make me look better than I would have anyway. I suppose you can show those, though I doubt you'll be hanging any pornographic painting..., so that seems safe enough."He nodded. "True enough. What would you like to do after we eat?" he asked, changing the subject."You don't have to hang around and pamper me," I said, finishing off the rest of my food. "I'll be okay."His dark eyes flashed. "I promised Doctor H that I'd be right here for you and I'm not just going to skate off when. Maybe once every four or five weeks or so we might go to a lounge for drinks and end up having men buy us drinks and dance with us. I did get hit on and occasionally felt up, but I never let it go anywhere. On those nights Caroline would sometimes disappear for a half hour or so and on the ride home I would be treated to a blow by blow description of what her latest lover had been like on the back seat.The night it happened started at two in the afternoon. It was a gorgeous summer day and I was. They know and they approve; the fake Georges help solve white collar crime. I am not allowed to tell you details of those investigations. But I'll tell you how the seven fake Georges came to be.I was visiting my home town as I do quite often – Grandma who raised me still lives there, and it coincided with my tenth anniversary. Having nothing better to do I rang the college to hear if there were any arrangements for old students at the ceremony. I never found out if there was – Miss B, who'd. Mrs. Jones was a terrible gossip and none of my mates were ever going to ask her to serve us with those, as our parents would find out in no time.“No,” l replied, “l don’t know where to get them apart from the chemist and l can’t ask in there, Mrs. Jones and Mum are friends.”“Rusty told me he gets them from Mr. Hughes the barber, apparently all his mates get them there as well, if you want to do that to me you’ll have to get some.”“I will l promise,” l replied, “but can’t we just do it this.