Then she made some purchases on it.Then when I got home I saw a silky black lace trimmed full slip hangingover my wardrobe door and when I opened my u...derwear draw I found a braand pantie set and a matching suspender belt and a pair of seamed nearlyblack stockings still in their packet in my drawer."What's the meaning of this Samantha?" I asked."You know I prefer pyjamas yet you insisted on buying me a slip. Ifigured if you like slips so much you should wear one." But I am a guy and slips are. "This used to be my flat and..." She stopped when she saw Abigail hold up a book and gasped. "That isn't mine. That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the. 'Oh what a dream. I thought to myself as I slowly woke but something feltwrong. I opened my eyes and rubbed them then brushed my hair from myfringe, ' wait I don't have a long fringe I don't even have much hair' Ithought. Slowly I focussed on my surroundings, they were both familiarand foreign to me at the same time and something else, they were inperfect focus.I appeared to be behind bars of some sort, looking up I realised that Iwas in some kind of giant wooden cot, 'oh this is strange' I. Very occasionally we would go up to London to a show or a concert but I was never invited to stay overnight in her bed; once I had done my duty it was back to barracks for Dewey.I can hear you saying, 'you're a married man with a beautiful and sexy mistress who wants no ties, what is your problem?' You're right, I did have the perfect set up.Occasionally I'd go back to Plaistow on leave. Miriam and I were now back on speaking terms, let's face it she was my wife and I had some responsibilities.