Knowing that Helen had already paid for the tickets, Alice could hardly drop out now.“No, of course not Helen, what time should I be ready for?”�...I’ll knock for you at six, the show doesn’t start until eight, so we have time to get there and have a drink first.”After Helen left, Simon came downstairs. “Was that Mrs Kale?”“Yes, you know I’m going out tonight to a show?” Simon heard the lack of enthusiasm in her voice. He had really spoiled things all round.At four thirty Simon was sat reading. Jake wandered into her room that evening, frightening the bejesus out of her. It felt good to him, that’s what he had trained for, at the academy. My parents were adults, of course, so they were off limits, as were most adults, besides, they didn’t believe. Sorta like the Santa Claus thing. Auntie Jean was just an accidental happening but it felt good to Jake. Kinda new territory for him. All his training had been oriented in the direction of frightening small children, then he got me for his. He lived in Britain. In 2 years I would graduate and I was planning on flying to meet him. Because not only was he my boyfriend, he was my master. He was just texting me to see how I was doing, making sure I was being a good little slut, the usual. I had just sent my reply saying I was fine and I was a good little slut when there was a knock on the door. I knew I shouldnt answer it when my mom wasnt home but I said Fuck it and rushed to open it. There stood the most darkly handsome man I had. She lifted her head and caught her breath. She said, ‘Hello George.’ ‘Hello Martha,’ he said. More than thirty years disappeared between them. Their minds went back to when they were inseparable friends. To the time they were lovers. They had lost their virginity to each other. She had promised him she would wait until he returned from the war. She had not. George graduated from the university a semester before Martha and was immediately drafted into the army. While he was at officer.