It’s just you’re so pretty, I want you to be my girlfriend.”“Tommy I don’t want a boyfriend right now. I’m sorry.”I started thinking abo...t the DVD my dad was watching yesterday - the one in which Stephanie was selling her body. God knows I need money, and Tommy seems to have plenty of it.“Tommy do you have any money, like five hundred dollars?”“No! I only have two hundred on me, why?”“If you ... if you want I could ... I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a couple hours. All you have to do. They had a precocious ten-year-old named Brooklyn. Miss Brooklyn had all her mother’s beauty and she worked the denizens of the Hot Spot like the Mayor of the town. I liked to eat breakfast there. It was the prime location to get the district gossip. I was wolfing down a plate of Dot’s legendary Swedish pancakes, bathed in lingonberry sauce; when I gazed into an intelligent pair of eyes. Brooke was studying me like I was in a zoo. I pushed my plate toward her and said, “Want some?” She looked. I guess it was a sort of understood short term relationship really whereas both of us could find the comfort we missed of out true loves who were away on business. But Joanne (I shall call her Jo) and me? Well we had some business of our own to undergo and undergo we did. We usually stayed the weekend in my holiday cottage on the South Coast -.spent time just being away from it all – venturing the long sandy beach in slow time and paddling the delicate waves and just simply lazing about and. At last an idea solidified in her head. She would go to Tunbridge Wells. Not tomorrow though, being Friday Charles would be home early, no self-respecting Civil Servant would work Friday afternoon. No! She would go next Tuesday. She would drive to Frant station and take the train to Tunbridge and then spend a day window shopping and treating herself to lunch. It was easier to park at Frant and driving around Tunbridge was a nightmare. With that decision made she felt better, so it was with a.