later.’
Rosemary watched as he walked to the door and rang the bell to the upstairs flat, and as he waited, couldn’t help thinking Sally was such a naughty girl, but times were hard and maybe there were worse things than to be a company prostitute, and she didn’t have to take just any man, all of her regulars were nice young men.
Hearing the buzzer release the main door, she watched and thought he seemed eager when he stepped inside.
Shrugging her thin shoulders, she slowly walked back to the bushes and felt a tinge of jealousy when she thought of her lonely single bed.
Climbing the stairs, Frank stepped onto the landing and saw Sally waiting at her door.
‘Hello Frank. It’s been a long time.’
Gazing at her, she seemed even more beautiful than his memories had told him.
Her eyes sparkling with light, her auburn hair glistening as it tumbled down around her gorgeous face that always made him think of a china doll, and as usual, was dressed in a creamy jogging suit, so warm and sensuous, just like the lady herself.
In her confident way, she smiled to him, ‘Well? Do I get a hug?’
Slipping the Bergen from his shoulders, he self consciously offered the flowers.
‘Oh Frank, they’re lovely. But you shouldn’t have …’
Taking the flowers, she reached up and softly kissed him on the cheek, and looking into his eyes, saw a man who was physically and mentally drained.
‘Frank? When did you last have a full nights sleep?’
He shrugged and gave a weak smile, ‘I can’t remember.’
‘Right. Well come on then. Let’s get you into bed.’
Locking the door, she went through to her bedroom, but when she began to undress he just stood there in quiet embarrassment.
‘Sally, no offence, but all I need is a good sleep, and later, maybe we could talk.’
She frowned, ‘Alright, but wouldn’t you like to make love first?’
‘No, honestly. I’m fine.’
She pursed her lips, ‘Well if you’re tired, I don’t mind going on top.’
‘Thanks, but really, I didn’t want to see you for that.’
‘Okay, if you’re sure, but if you change your mind, just call.’
Sally walked out smiling, but frowned as she pulled the door closed, remembering that just a few days ago, Tonabie had asked for an update of Frank’s psychological profile, and she hadn’t found it easy as it was quite a while since Frank had last come to see her.
So was it a coincidence that after Tonabie had been asking his nasty, disgusting little questions, here was Frank in her bed. So should she tell him Tonabie was snooping?
Once out of Cheltenham’s traffic, the taxi driver made good time back to Sherston, and parking the car in the backyard, walked across to the kitchen door, but as soon as he stepped inside, his wife ripped a message from the pad and thrust it into his hand.
‘You’re to call this man, he’s on his mobile.’
‘Oh Mary, can’t it wait, I’m meeting the guys in half an hour.’
‘No, it can’t wait. It might be another job, and god knows we need the money.’
Sagging, he took the phone, and calling the number, was surprised as a well spoken voice asked him a list of questions, and answering 'yes' to all of them, agreed.
‘Oh, alright then. Stay where you are and I’ll be there in five minutes.’
He slammed the phone down, ‘Bollocks.’
She stared at him, ‘Well, is it a job?’
‘Yeah, back to bloody Cheltenham again, I’ll never see the guys at this rate.’
She handed him a cup of tea, ‘Strange, isn’t it, you haven’t had a call to Cheltenham for weeks, and now you get one after the other.’
He slurped the tea, ‘Oh, I know why, right enough, it’s about the fare I’ve just taken, and he was a decent sort of a bloke, fairly quiet but dead straight, and he gave a good tip.’
‘So were all those questions about him?’
‘Yeah, the posh bloke said he’s been chasing around all day trying to catch up with him, ‘cos his mother’s been taken seriously ill and he
Rosemary watched as he walked to the door and rang the bell to the upstairs flat, and as he waited, couldn’t help thinking Sally was such a naughty girl, but times were hard and maybe there were worse things than to be a company prostitute, and she didn’t have to take just any man, all of her regulars were nice young men.
Hearing the buzzer release the main door, she watched and thought he seemed eager when he stepped inside.
Shrugging her thin shoulders, she slowly walked back to the bushes and felt a tinge of jealousy when she thought of her lonely single bed.
Climbing the stairs, Frank stepped onto the landing and saw Sally waiting at her door.
‘Hello Frank. It’s been a long time.’
Gazing at her, she seemed even more beautiful than his memories had told him.
Her eyes sparkling with light, her auburn hair glistening as it tumbled down around her gorgeous face that always made him think of a china doll, and as usual, was dressed in a creamy jogging suit, so warm and sensuous, just like the lady herself.
In her confident way, she smiled to him, ‘Well? Do I get a hug?’
Slipping the Bergen from his shoulders, he self consciously offered the flowers.
‘Oh Frank, they’re lovely. But you shouldn’t have …’
Taking the flowers, she reached up and softly kissed him on the cheek, and looking into his eyes, saw a man who was physically and mentally drained.
‘Frank? When did you last have a full nights sleep?’
He shrugged and gave a weak smile, ‘I can’t remember.’
‘Right. Well come on then. Let’s get you into bed.’
Locking the door, she went through to her bedroom, but when she began to undress he just stood there in quiet embarrassment.
‘Sally, no offence, but all I need is a good sleep, and later, maybe we could talk.’
She frowned, ‘Alright, but wouldn’t you like to make love first?’
‘No, honestly. I’m fine.’
She pursed her lips, ‘Well if you’re tired, I don’t mind going on top.’
‘Thanks, but really, I didn’t want to see you for that.’
‘Okay, if you’re sure, but if you change your mind, just call.’
Sally walked out smiling, but frowned as she pulled the door closed, remembering that just a few days ago, Tonabie had asked for an update of Frank’s psychological profile, and she hadn’t found it easy as it was quite a while since Frank had last come to see her.
So was it a coincidence that after Tonabie had been asking his nasty, disgusting little questions, here was Frank in her bed. So should she tell him Tonabie was snooping?
Once out of Cheltenham’s traffic, the taxi driver made good time back to Sherston, and parking the car in the backyard, walked across to the kitchen door, but as soon as he stepped inside, his wife ripped a message from the pad and thrust it into his hand.
‘You’re to call this man, he’s on his mobile.’
‘Oh Mary, can’t it wait, I’m meeting the guys in half an hour.’
‘No, it can’t wait. It might be another job, and god knows we need the money.’
Sagging, he took the phone, and calling the number, was surprised as a well spoken voice asked him a list of questions, and answering 'yes' to all of them, agreed.
‘Oh, alright then. Stay where you are and I’ll be there in five minutes.’
He slammed the phone down, ‘Bollocks.’
She stared at him, ‘Well, is it a job?’
‘Yeah, back to bloody Cheltenham again, I’ll never see the guys at this rate.’
She handed him a cup of tea, ‘Strange, isn’t it, you haven’t had a call to Cheltenham for weeks, and now you get one after the other.’
He slurped the tea, ‘Oh, I know why, right enough, it’s about the fare I’ve just taken, and he was a decent sort of a bloke, fairly quiet but dead straight, and he gave a good tip.’
‘So were all those questions about him?’
‘Yeah, the posh bloke said he’s been chasing around all day trying to catch up with him, ‘cos his mother’s been taken seriously ill and he
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