I knew boys referred to their penis as a cock sometimes but I hadn’t seen a penis since Joe and I used to be bathed together when we were very young... From my recollection his ‘cock’ was a floppy little flap of skin in between his legs. ‘Can I watch you ‘wank’ then?’ I asked. ‘It’s a bit rude. And it might shock you too. So are you sure?’ he replied. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I’m very sure.’ And with that reassurance from me he turned over onto his back. What I saw was amazing. Joe’s penis was sticking. However, as Mr Braithwaite, Mum’s solicitor said, ‘Time and place, Cassandra.' She told him to go fuck himself and that she hoped the old bag would get life.’ ‘Not a woman to mince her words.’ ‘Indeed not. However, I digress. I have today been interviewed for a position.’ ‘A position?’ I asked, my serious face glued in position. Her language always cracked me up and I had to make every effort not to offend. ‘Indeed, and I am grateful you avoided a cheap innuendo in view of my choice of the word. I was heading for The White Swan Hotel. My wife and I were actually staying at The Anchor Inn at the other end of town. We come each year for the annual flower show. To be honest I can’t tell the difference between rhubarb and rhododendron. That’s the wife’s department, so she goes to the flower show while I have a little wander around town. I usually start at The White Swan. They serve much nicer coffee than the rubbish they hash up at Starbucks and the other high street outlets. They have a. I think that you still have some gas in your tank. Remember, I have some basis to judge it."Marge left and Paul spent the next hour and a half clearing some work from his desk.In between the pages of busy work, Paul thought of Audrey relaying messages to him through Marge. He didn't realize it, but his chest puffed out a little. To have a gorgeous young woman like Audrey on the prowl for him was a major lift to his personal morale."She's out of reach, but it's the thought that counts," Paul.