friendship, the six of us used to meet for dinner at each otherâs houses. After a few years, we hit on the idea of cooking dishes of other countries, working our way from A to Z â some countries were a little difficult, but it worked well, and we enjoyed some exotic food, we also had our after-dinner knock-out competition â snooker, clay target shooting, table tennis, etc. The constant winner was D. G. L. to save Davidâs blushes. This man is a natural sportsman with hand and eye co-ordination over and above the normal, too good for us to put up with. So we decided next dinner party we would include a darts championship to even things up a bit, what hope have you got when the man arrives with not only his own darts in presentation package, but his competition dartboard and to top it all his own rubber ocky mat as well!
HOLIDAYS
One summer we took a motoring holiday in France, just the two of us, sneaking away like a second honeymoon, in her new red Ford Escort cabriolet. It rained and rained each and every day. It poured down all through the country, through the Dordogne and on to the south, even in Carcassonne it still rained.
Vicki had bought her very tiny blue and red bikini, the one with the little red string ties at the side, which I had briefly seen in the bedroom, but was it going to be needed? We drove on south to the Mediterranean at Frontignan on the Cote dâAmethyste, here we lay at last on the beach, the tiny bikini, the body beautiful and me, then down came the rain. After that she declared France a âno goâ zone â and later it wasnât on the option list when we bought a home abroad. We drove back up through France, the hood of the car going up and down for the odd five minutes between showers.
We tried Spanish, Portuguese and Greek Islands for summer holidays and had some great times. Twice we went to Corfu â the year we went back there, we chose a hotel with great care, it had to have attractions and plenty going on to suit our young daughter, thirteen year old Katy, who didnât want to spend too much time with us. Of all the bikini clad bodies on the beach and complex; the tiny blue and red, side tied bikini caught many eyes including a Greek man, the organiser of the Miss Corcyra event.
When the evening of this contest, which would have done credit to the organisers of Miss World, arrived, this Greek sought out my other half, demanding to know why she wasnât entering. Claiming that she was considerably older than most of the girls didnât let her off the hook. And our new found friends round our dinner table kept on encouraging her in a big way. So a bit against her two score yearsâ judgement she reluctantly agreed.
Miss Corcyra
The stage was a raised âUâ shaped walkway with flood lighting, background music and a beautiful, warm Greek evening. The contenders were announced, interviewed with âdeep and searching questionsâ. They then walked round this âUâ shaped catwalk towards a young Greek Adonis â who sat at the other end. When he was sufficiently stimulated he would make his choice known. The event came alive in a professional type way except for Katy who had buried her embarrassed self under a group of her own age.
All the girls looked superb and paraded round like true professionals. One young woman looked especially alluring, doing a gymnastically one-legged spin at the corner â whilst extending her other leg out in front of herself â very enticing, but still the stubborn Greek didnât react. When it comes to âourâ turn â the woman had a plan. She would be partly covered in a beach wrap, and in a more modest white bikini walk slowly along the boarding (she had done some small time charity modelling in the past). At the turn towards the home straight, let her wrap fall and trail it along behind her as she glided towards the Greek.
That was it â he leapt up, rushed
HOLIDAYS
One summer we took a motoring holiday in France, just the two of us, sneaking away like a second honeymoon, in her new red Ford Escort cabriolet. It rained and rained each and every day. It poured down all through the country, through the Dordogne and on to the south, even in Carcassonne it still rained.
Vicki had bought her very tiny blue and red bikini, the one with the little red string ties at the side, which I had briefly seen in the bedroom, but was it going to be needed? We drove on south to the Mediterranean at Frontignan on the Cote dâAmethyste, here we lay at last on the beach, the tiny bikini, the body beautiful and me, then down came the rain. After that she declared France a âno goâ zone â and later it wasnât on the option list when we bought a home abroad. We drove back up through France, the hood of the car going up and down for the odd five minutes between showers.
We tried Spanish, Portuguese and Greek Islands for summer holidays and had some great times. Twice we went to Corfu â the year we went back there, we chose a hotel with great care, it had to have attractions and plenty going on to suit our young daughter, thirteen year old Katy, who didnât want to spend too much time with us. Of all the bikini clad bodies on the beach and complex; the tiny blue and red, side tied bikini caught many eyes including a Greek man, the organiser of the Miss Corcyra event.
When the evening of this contest, which would have done credit to the organisers of Miss World, arrived, this Greek sought out my other half, demanding to know why she wasnât entering. Claiming that she was considerably older than most of the girls didnât let her off the hook. And our new found friends round our dinner table kept on encouraging her in a big way. So a bit against her two score yearsâ judgement she reluctantly agreed.
Miss Corcyra
The stage was a raised âUâ shaped walkway with flood lighting, background music and a beautiful, warm Greek evening. The contenders were announced, interviewed with âdeep and searching questionsâ. They then walked round this âUâ shaped catwalk towards a young Greek Adonis â who sat at the other end. When he was sufficiently stimulated he would make his choice known. The event came alive in a professional type way except for Katy who had buried her embarrassed self under a group of her own age.
All the girls looked superb and paraded round like true professionals. One young woman looked especially alluring, doing a gymnastically one-legged spin at the corner â whilst extending her other leg out in front of herself â very enticing, but still the stubborn Greek didnât react. When it comes to âourâ turn â the woman had a plan. She would be partly covered in a beach wrap, and in a more modest white bikini walk slowly along the boarding (she had done some small time charity modelling in the past). At the turn towards the home straight, let her wrap fall and trail it along behind her as she glided towards the Greek.
That was it â he leapt up, rushed
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