You bastard.You lying, cheating, self-centred bastard, I am leaving you. I thought you loved me, but now I know different. You have been carrying on b...hind my back with that little tart and I can prove it. I'm going to a solicitor on Monday. I'm going to divorce you and take everything I can get.I'll teach you to mess around on me. Didn't you at least think about the girls when you were swaning around with that little tart? She can't be much older than the twins?I'm going to take you for. I get a hole in my canoe. I leave that pot of resin stuff behind and now I’m stranded in some sort of a nudie place. What on earth is going to happen next!?”As Keith was following on quietly behind this naked teenager he found himself at one stage looking up and straight into the gorgeous rear end of the girl. The girl was just slightly higher up on the river bank as she walked putting her butt cheeks level with Keith’s face. And for a mere fifteen year old girl she had a truly amazing behind.. So, when the sound of knocking on an unfamiliar door penetrated deep into my semi-consciousness I struggled to respond and to react appropriately. ‘Go away, I’m asleep!’ I complained, and buried my head under the soft goose-down pillows. Again, insistent knocking. A female voice invaded my personal silence. I looked around the room, puzzled, then my brain whirred into life. The room, the smells, the bed, my oily hair. It all clicked into place. I sat up and called out, ‘Who wants me?’ Rebekka. Dave the super-handy-man. I wondered if I should put on a cape and put my underpants on outside my trousers; but thought that might be over the top.“Gramps nearly walked in on me a few days ago, the lock only just held. Can you imagine?” said Fiona. Well, yes, yes I could imagine, I said. She looked at me and realised what she had invited me to imagine, and blushed a little. I smiled and changed the subject. I was still thinking of walking in on Fiona in the bathroom – the possibilities were.