Our plan had been a simple one. Somewhere between the fifth and tenth years of our marriage (that’s 28-33 years of age) we would hope to have one or...two children. We would almost certainly move away from London, to both a cheaper part of the country and one in which children might have more freedom. We might both continue working, or if economically possible, Eve might take a career break. She was a great geography teacher (correction, still is, I’m sure), and would go back to work, as family. Once there she headed into the store, grabbed a cart, unzipped her coat and headed to the electrical department. She found an aisle that had two young men, probably from one of the local universities, by their hoodies, and decided to give them a show. She pushed the cart down the aisle to where they stood, took off her coat and bent down in front of them looking at the outlets. As she bent over her top pulled up and her pants pulled down. I was standing at the end of the aisle and could see a. What about you and Bulldozer's brother?" You mean Darrell's brother Brandon? Yes, we had a mild altercation, but it wasn't anything serious. It was just a mistake on his part." I heard he put you in the Intensive Care Ward with a broken head over the position you put Bulldozer in, and for messing around with his sister." That was the gist of it, but we didn't really have a chance to talk. It was all over before we managed to say much of anything. Personally I think he was just letting off steam. But they had credit cards and from the sums they did, it all seemed affordable at a pinch. The girls didn’t bother packing any underwear. Well, they wouldn’t have done so anyway. It was tempting not to bother bringing any clothes at all, because no one in the brochure pictures ever wore very many of them. But, of course, they needed clothes just to get to the Airport. Which was where they joined other people on the morning of their departure. Sharon was feeling slightly sick from lost sleep.