Joanna turned scarlet. "I'm sorry honey; I didn't know you could hear us. I am so sorry!"Her daughter stopped her. "I'm not," she said. "It's nice to ...now your parents love each other."Joanna smiled. "You don't mind yet another sibling?" Not at all - I love babies," Catherine gushed."And better me than you?" Joanna teased.It was Catherine's turn to blush. "Mum!" she exclaimed. "As if!" Sorry honey, just teasing," Joanna said. "But I'm glad you're not adverse to the idea." No, it's cool,". From time to time my mind would wander, as the Rector ranted on about the government, the local population, the weather, the state of the roads, the price of port, or any of the many other subjects that raised his ire, and caused his already red face to go puce with barely concealed fury.I wondered if the two Proctors ever lay together. I assumed they slept in separate bedrooms; the Rectory had at least six, as it had been built some fifty years previously when the then incumbent had ten. When I rolled towards her, spooning her once again, cool buttocks settled against my groin. Reaching around her, I held her petite breast.“Okay. Start,” she directed me.I laughed. “How come I have to do all the work? Why don’t you?”She pressed my hand to her. “You’re the guy. You’re biologically programmed to do the pursuing.”“If memory serves, you did all the work after our backgammon game.”“That was different. I was making love to you. I just want some fun sex this time.”I laughed again.“Make. He sipped a cup of coffee and looked out through the restaurant's glazed front onto the lawns in the courtyard of the Burrell museum building. His thoughts were very much on Flick, a habit he had been falling into more and more over the past few days.There had been no opportunity to see her since she had been at the apartment and he found himself coming up with excuses that would give him a reason to phone her. It didn't occur to him that merely phoning to ask her out would have been reason.