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Behind the Blue Door
It was a new call. As always with the new calls George came with me. He waits in the car and I take my panic button with me. Well, I always have my panic button, it looks just like a fob on my car keys, just that with the regulars there is no George waiting outside. I keep telling them it is a false sense of security as a regular is just as likely to go crazy as a new client but they never listen to me.
"George, can you try find a house number, I don't have a house number of. The satnav just has a postcode."
I pulled over into one of the free parking places when the satnav said I had reached my destination. It was one of those well-at-heel areas that either had rules for... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."