"Yeah, well I'm not sure it was an appropriate question to ask somebody you work with." he replied testily, not looking up from the Pauling stuff."Sor...y Marty, I didn't realize. You didn't get in trouble with the little missus, did you?" That's not the point! You shouldn't be texting me stuff like ... like that!" Jesus, it was just a leg, Marty, not a picture of my pussy." Kristen said. "Look: I'm dating a guy around your age - he's actually a little younger than you - and it seemed natural to. ' He picked up a pencil and added another line to the hatching of what he kept telling himself was a 'quick-sketch'- so far it had taken most of the last three days. He put the pencil down again and picked a letter from the small stack; the occassional piece of fanmail routed to him via his agent."Dear Mr Marsh,I'm your biggest fan. I really love your work, I've got postcards of them all, even the stamp!"'Oh gawd', he thought, 'did I agree to a stamp?' He continued reading..."I would be really. We stood outside the aircraft eating the food and drinking a soft drink. The boy told his dad, “I can begin learning to fly at fifteen next year, but I can’t get a license until I’m seventeen. You could even hire our pilot to teach me. He’s an instructor.”The dad was clever and just said, “We’ll see how your grades are. Keep them up the way you have and you can fly.”The girl asked, “Can I ride up front now? It would be neat to see how all those buttons and switches work.”The boy said he would. Why she should think he’d be interested in wild orchids he’d no idea. Sitting in his favourite armchair, well one couldn’t call it an armchair as it was a two seater settee, pulling the pouch a cross in front he then lifted his feet and lay back into the settee with book in hand.His concentration left him, he just couldn’t make a start on the novel, his mind going back to the afternoon that Maureen had gone to Windsor with her friend and his frolics with Hazel in his bedroom, well at least.