But she was philosophical about the problem. “You just have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince,” she used to say. In a lunch with Ben –...a close friend, not a boyfriend -- Nichole bemoaned the need to yet again re-enter the dating market. She was frank about her motivation; they always talked openly about their respective partners. Ben was a medical researcher. He and Nichole had met in college, and while he was much attracted to her, she was not to him. If you asked her privately,. I’d had an early lunch with them and another young man who was rather full of himself, and had set off back to Sheffield to meet a student I was trying to support. I thought I had plenty of time, but the MG misfired as I approached the roundabout by the A1 and sensibly, I pulled off to the restaurant there. If I had a mechanical problem, I wanted to be somewhere I could relax and get a drink and, if necessary, food. The motor actually died as I pulled into a parking space. I was going to call. "Oi, fucking come back. Don't I get a fucking apology?"PC Templeton turned and walked back. "No sonny. You don't get an apology. But you speak to me like that again and you will get arrested. Now I know you are up to no good. And I will catch you. And you will go to prison when I do. You understand?"Ezra scowled and sneered at the policeman, and PC Templeton walked away."What the fuck was all that about?" Ezra asked and Lydia remained silent. She had sat down on the bench while Ezra was being. ..SEE YOU TONIGHT"I could have cried....what the fuck had I done.My mind raced all day....but at 7.00pm...I entered Lee's Pub. He turned to me smiling....walked over and locked the doors behind meThe pub was empty except for two guys sitting drinking in the corner.without saying a word we walked behind the bar, up the stairs to the room of last nights sex show....I felt like cryingon the bed lay the clothes and shoes and dildo....he was true to his word at least...."get dressed slut" he saidI.