You did so well.I arrived home, tired, hot and hungry. The cocktail you had presented to me as I put down the briefcase and the laptop was a delight, ... pure delight, but potent too. The bowl of cocktail already made, remaining cold in the refrigerator, ice cubes in the freezer. I smiled at your response to my question of ‘What the hell is in this?’. Your laugh was sweet as was your answer. ‘Oh, a bit of this and that’. What I didn’t know, until very much later and how much merriment it caused. They couldn't keep their eyes of her. This went on for about an hour and Jane teased the lads for the next couple of days around the pool. Anyway on about the 5th night Jane and I had been for a meal and had come back to the hotel for a couple of drinks before bed. She was wearing a black short dress, no bra skimpy white knickers and sandals. At the bar were the 3 lads drinking and laughing and being a bit loud. Jane sat down and I went to the bar, where I exchanged pleasantries with the lads.. .He rose to greet her as she entered his office. "Mrs ... Reverend..." he stumbled over his words as he held out his hand."Either will do," Dulcie told him with a slight smile. The appointment had been made in the name of 'Mrs. Hanson', but she'd worn what she thought of as her 'Ministerial Outfit', a dark blue suit with a clerical collar in the light blue shirt."Very well, er, Mrs. Hanson," after all, that's the name she'd given when requesting the appointment, "what can I do for you?" You may. “Anything to drink? I know it’s late, but…”“No, I’m fine,” I said, pushing some loose strands of hair behind my ears. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”“Right,” he said, sitting down next to me and staring at me with his bright blue eyes. I always got lost in those. It was hard not to.This time, the knot in my stomach was enough to keep me from falling under his spell and though I admired him and his rugged beauty, I couldn’t truly get lost this time. “I wanted to talk about the other.