.. its an age since we last met" said Greg shaking hands with the new comer."As it happens... I've just bought this place" he replied making a sweepin... gesture around the area."What you own the joint" Greg replied, with an unbelieving expression."Yep... always wanted a strip joint... now I got one... enjoying the show folks" he said, addressing all of us."We always do... we just love it" Cilla replied in her usual enthusiastic way.His eyes raked over Cilla and my body. "We can always do with an. ============== A few weeks later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage. He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he didn't leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, "You'd better take your clothes off NOW!!!. Everything!!!!" I heard the sounds of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor.When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. "Come on," I said. "I. He looked at his watch in the half-light. Ten to five ... or as he thought of it, 'oh four fifty'.He crawled out of the oddly-shaped berth in the fo'c'sle of his small, elderly yacht. ('She may be old, but she's sound and she's mine, ' he'd say.) He pulled on a pair of jeans and some deck-shoes, picked up a towel, soap and shampoo and ran along the quay to the shower. Clean, he rummaged through his 'wardrobe' (by courtesy – no-one could seriously call his limited, mostly grubby collection of. “Wish Hermione would wake me up like that." he told Harry. Harry just smiled and said, “just ask her out you like each other so why not." Ron just shrugged and went down stair followed closely by Harry. Everyone was sitting down around the table eating their breakfast. Harry sat in between Ginny and Hermione while Ron sat down on the other side of Hermione. Harry felt Ginny put her hand on his knee while they ate their breakfast. They talked about the wedding plans, security and whom they were.