” Do I offer him a biscuit? Don’t suppose I should insult him, by offering a fiver. “I’ve got a Bourbon Cream, if you would like one.” No, O.... “Have a top up of coffee then.” Why does his eyes keep looking down there. I look down and oh frig! A button’s come undone. I think I’m flashing my Lucy! Because my pyjama bottoms are a bit tight, it’s quite noticeable. He’s seen my landing strip and everything. He’s spotted that I’ve spotted that he’s seen my pubes. Now there’s that awkward moment when. Some were meek or even subservient but although not all were. Peer pressure in a small exclusive group could keep them together or with me. I didn't know why I wanted them. The only explanation was either I had some hormones going through my body already or past memories of those same hormones. I had four or five girlfriends even when I was in the autumn of my life. My gonads still worked and I was vigorous enough to use them. At that time though they had been spread out in among the cities. I glanced up at an incredible sight. The only light in the room was the small bedside lamp so the frosty lighting of the bathroom highlighted a Sarah like a halo and she seemed to glow like an angel from heaven. Indeed she was an angel then with her usual long blonde hair now down to her shoulders as to where she usually wore it up in a beehive which was very popular in 1969, her skin a flawless cream with eyes of deep blue, a perky nose and intelligent chin, delicate ears and unusually broad. "She looked a bit unsure and I said, "You are Mrs Warren but in private we are friends. Friends lean on friends and gain strength from those around them. Barriers between friendships are not good." Yes, I think you can be my friend." Good, then we need to sit down and have a cup of tea. Maybe even find a dry hankie."She chuckled. "Some do get quite wet."I peeked and found the classroom empty. We came out supporting each other. The blackboard had been hastily cleaned. I found more material and.