The next day, a Friday, Will was at lectures until early afternoon, so I stayed in bed fucking Hannah until late morning, and drove us into Enfield To...n. She went house hunting to use her ninety grand nest egg to put a deposit on a nice place, and I went to my branch of HSBC with two grand, paid it in and moved my money into a business account with a 8.9% interest rate (with at least £1,500 paid in per month), telephone and internet banking. I treated myself to some CD’s, DVD’s and Xbox games. As I deposited my case on the floor and draped my jacket over the arm ofthe sofa I tried hard to ignore the irksome suspicion that Lisa Middleton- like my grandfather, like Plug and Gash, like Skelty Boulton's Biblereadings and Rafferty's weaselly face - was already part of my past. *For a town that could claim with some justification to be one of thebirthplaces of the railways, Stockton-on-Tees didn't have a particularlyimpressive station. The arched roof was. "Looks like you and I had the same idea, son," he said with a smile. "I found this dress and some others in the back of the closet. I don't remember buying them, but they must be mine." He spun around, making his skirt flare out. "I don't know why I haven't been wearing them, they're so much more comfortable than pants." I couldn't help agreeing. I couldn't imagine wearing anything other than dresses or skirts from now on. Pants just seemed kind of bland and uncomfortable. I showed him. He decided to focus on her hips, work them really hard and then let his hand just drift to her ass. He would see how she responded. Eve meanwhile was having her own fantasy about Terry. Umm, he's working down to my ass, wonder if he'll massage my ass. Probably not, A little too much to hope for. Umm, his hands are so strong and they are very close, maybe.. and just then she felt his hands glide over his ass, linger for a moment and then were withdrawn. .