I couldn’t see anything. I climbed out of a back window into the alley, creeping low so nothing could catch sight of me. There was nobody in the bac... alley. I crawled on my belly around the side of the street to look back down where I had heard the sound come from. Down the wide street there was nobody. Not a thing. Not even a cat or a dog or one of the shitty sea birds. I felt edgy. I decided to make my way back to the pill box. Surely an enemy sausage would turn up at some point and get me. Then out of the blue as I made my way to the bar this bloke said “Hello I see your with Angela” “Yes we’re old friends” as I made my way back to the seats she said to me “That’s the guy I fancy”. During the interval I went outside for a smoke and so did the guy she fancied as we talked I leant he was Richard, 44, married, and lived ten miles away from me.After the concert Richard came over and said to me “I’ve missed the fucking train” and I answered “We can drop you off close to where you. What was worse, Petra found that her nipples were incredibly sensitive, and as they brushed against the shirt, which barely contained them, she was getting excited.Petra knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately. The old woman did a double-take at Petra, then sighed and shook her head. "Come in and have a seat."Petra followed slowly, and then eased into a chair. She waited until the old woman plopped heavily into her own chair. "Well?" Petra asked, her voice a mixture of eagerness. She could feel his heat ? and it felt good. She gazed upinto those blue eyes, losing herself in them. At that moment, she wasvulnerable. She lowered her gaze, fixing her sight on that beautiful,sensual mouth?.He was tender and she needed that. He caressed her in a gentle, sensualmanner that belied his youthful countenance. She had never truly neededa man before, but she needed this one now. She needed his kiss, histouch, his warmth. He was special. Being with him was special, too."I shouldn't.