Karen knew it would only take a minute to get her clothesback where they belongLastly it was not worth bringing the delicate subject because Alanborro...ing her clothes became a less frequent occurrence. It went from acouple of almost daily to once a week. It was always on a Thursday andalso the same outfit, the white blouse with a black pleated skirt. Karenassumed Alan was crossdressing less. The real reason was her brotherstarted to buy his own wardrobe. Alan never bought the Kira outfit, forhe. - Let's see, he said, putting on glasses. I must admit that we know very little about the origin of this "little man". We bought it at an auction. The expert tells us that it dates from the end of the nineteenth century, probably the work of a decadent artist who wanted to reproduce a medieval style. He also used much older models, mixing classical representations of Pan and Priape.Catherine listened to him with a distracted ear, her gaze riveted on the statuette. She seemed small and fragile. He told Barry he was marrying Theresa, but:"I still want us to be lovers when we can, and also I want you to be my best man at my wedding."Barry's reply, "Stop the fucking car now!" It was spoken with such utter aggression and certainty that a shocked Jez did indeed pull up.He stormed out onto the hard shoulder of the M27 motorway, climbed a fence, walked for four miles across fields before he found a small town, went into a pub and got drunk as hell.That night Barry slept out in a ditch, woke. That was when my over preparedness came in handy. I pulled out a raft repair kit and set about fixing it. While I sat on the beach working, the girls all grabbed a beer from the cooler and congregated around me. Most of what they said was unintelligible girl gibberish, but occasionally one of them had a valid point. Lisa’s daughter Sarah was the first to introduce herself and we chatted casually until I was done. Even before she introduced herself I recognized her family resemblance. She had.