Terry stood and took his lady on what we once upon a time would call ‘a sticky wicket,’ I beliee it is called ‘twos up’ nowadays. Either way s...e reacted by gripping the table edge hard, groaning and shaking her head violently as he had her harder and faster than his son had, causing her to cry out, “yes, yes, yessss, as she took his onslaught. It was an educational demonstration to the two younger souls, who soon took to the floor and began to revel in the sounds from the table top which lasted. I could get used to this.”We sat in silence for a while as she finished her tea at the kitchen table. Jill read her paper while I browsed a cooking magazine. “I don’t think it’s working. Maybe I should make another cup” she said.“Said every hippy at the start of his most intense trip ever!” I repliedJill laughed.“Raise your left hand!” I commanded, and she cocked her head as if to say ‘this is bullshit’and at that moment I began to see signs that the transformation had begun. Her eyes were. My wife of two years Agnes was cute, but dumb as they come. As soon as I brought her home from Norway, where I met her during Army Alpine Training, I could see my Mum’s eyeballs roll up. When I was a kid, Mum never stops telling me, we had to take roundabout routes everywhere to avoid pet shops, I was always a sucker for those big soppy eyes in the window. I guess I never grew out of it. The first half of a pint of Best Bitter is the universal elixir. OK, I know a lot of people drink to excess. " I've always thought that that's a silly thing to say: most people have soft bottoms, I would imagine. They're usually covered up and pro­tected: and even skin that's exposed doesn't necessarily stop being soft." Penny laughed."You're right, Paulie! What about mine ... is that as soft as a baby's?" Well I know yours is soft ... but I've never felt a baby's." Well, now's your chance ... I'll be your baby. Seems like a fair trade: I stroke your chest; you stroke my bum."She wasn't wearing her.