The next four were a gradual decline in our relationship. We just didn’t fit together. Hazel was and is a party girl. I’m more prosaic and home lo...ing. The eighth year Hazel lost her sense of proportion. She seduced any available man just to show that she could. Eventually I had had enough and started divorce proceedings. The day in court was a disaster. It should have been an easy divorce on the grounds that we were incompatible. Hazel blew up and shouted in open court. The result was front. I requested if I could undress her. She agreed. My hands were shaking and I touched her shoulders and pulled her sari. She held my hands and told me not to be scared. Then I pulled her petticoat and the slowly un-hooked her bra. First time I had ever seen a woman naked. Her pussy was completely hairy. She took my small man in her hand and started to move gently. Initially it was very pleasurable but later it was pain and pleasure. She became wilder and put my pennies into her mouth. I was just. Err ... faces – Baz likes bikers' slags, his wife is as rough as a bear's arse. One of the slags, Cheryl, was trying to get into my shreddies all bloody evening. We spent some time in the mucky duck, with me fending off Cheryl the Peril, then a bunch of us went on to Lorenzo's."Lorenzo's was down by the river, in what had been a real rough part of Plaistow. Of course all the back-to-back houses, and the drinking dens, had gone. Where Lorenzo's now stands used to be a pub called the Sailor's. On that occasion, though, I was caught and held by the gaze of Ethel Hardy. Subsequently, I was aware that she was watching me rather more intently than usual. Ethel was what we often refer to as a 'Pillar of the Church'. In her late eighties, though looking much younger, she was tall and slim, with once blonde, now uniformly silver, short hair. She was a leading member of the Mothers' Union, on the PCC (The Parochial Church Council), had been Church Warden for many years, and outside the.