I know this sounds harsh – but he’s had so many that I can now read the signs. The smell helps too!Yes – I think she’s definitely going to con...ert this one.I rush up from the floor and head to the kitchen. Joy is written all over my face. I can hear her panting hard – I’m panting with her but for a different reason. I slobber on the floor for a while and struggle to pick it up. I decide to have a drink of water while I’m there and I hear her scream and sigh and moan and groan. Those familiar. It was difficult in the tight, goldensheath dress which clung to his thighs and held his ankles closetogether, but he was propelled upright, and steadied himself, just asthe band finished their intro. Squinting through his long, blacklashes, he reached for the mic stand with his long, golden gloves, andpulled the mic close to his glossy scarlet lips..."The night is bitter, The stars have lost their glitter, The winds grow colder, And suddenly you're older, And all because of the man that got. Julie and I shared a passionate hug and kiss as soon as I had taken off my anorak; then Sheila demanded a kiss as well. Adrian also hugged me in welcome (but without the kiss) before remembering his duties as my host.“Have you eaten?”“Since lunch? One British Rail ham sandwich, semi-stale, with turning-up-corners, one pack of crisps, salt and vinegar, and one can of Pale Ale, warm and over-fizzy.”Sheila looked horrified.“Oh Lord! How does cheese on toast sound?”“Lovely jubbly!”It had been three. I was just taking a short break on the cheap, so I had packed my tent and a few clothes into the car and headed down there to commune with nature for a week. I would sit outside with a coffee in the mornings and a glass of wine in the evenings and watch the world go by. The section of the world’s population that went by here was largely middle-aged, plus a few families with young children. One of the middle-aged couples was Geoff and Mary. They were from Basingstoke and had come down in their.