“Well, I might be, but mostly I’m looking for you.” she sighed softly. “My name’s Sarah and I just moved here from New York a couple of week...��s ago.” she said.“I’ve noticed you driving by my house and got this number from your sign.”“I hope it’s all right that I called.” she said. I shook my head and cleared away the shock of her call and said, “Hi, Sarah, I’m very glad you called. Do you live on the curve between the speed bumps in the house with the stonewalled gardens in the front yard?”. Giving you a quick kiss on your lips while slightly squeezing your hip, I smile back. Stopping me at the edge of the circle you kiss me before you walk towards the middle. Standing on top of the blanket you look around, to the sky and back at me. The white blouse you’re wearing crosses just above your breasts and ties in a knot behind you. The fabric shines like silk in the light of the torches. You have on a blue skirt that stops halfway between your hips and your knee. Giving me a devilish. And the upshot of such a scene, well about an hour later I answer a knock at the door to find a tear stained, mascara lined, dishevelled, shivering Pippa clutching her car keys, her blouse mis-buttoned, with incoherent sobs falling from her trembling lips. Oh dear! Only one thing for it: a nice cup of tea. So I sit Pippa down at the kitchen table, place a steaming hot mug of Yorkshire’s finest tea in front of her, pull up a chair alongside and, with one hand rubbing soothingly along her. They were walking once again, side by side towards the top end of the shopping strip. As they came out of the pedestrian area, they started smiling and waving at the cars that went past them. They were getting beeped at by the guys in the cars as the wind would lift their skirts to them. This was a great new game, so they decided they would lift their skirts to all red, white and blue cars, and any other colour, they would lift their tops to show of their breasts. If a car got stuck at the.