Margaret introduced me as ‘Rosalyn’ to them, but obviously formality was lost on them and soon they were calling me Rosie or Rose, whatever suited... them. They cleared a table for us to sit at and right away someone brought Margaret and Florence drinks and asked me what I wanted, so I ordered a Gin and tonic. (By this time I had learned that Gin was the Londoners drink, being cheap and plentiful.) We were joined by an aunt and two of her female cousins and they were soon engaged in a heated. She felt very embarrassed so quickly i asked her to come to my home which was few minutes from there.I entered the house and welcomed her, as it was hot i switched on the ac. She was not feeling comfortable with this so i went to the room and gave her my t-shirt to wear. She went to the washroom and got herself changed into my tee. Her nipples were still visible from the t-shirt. My eyes were glued to that she said stop staring at those. I immediately changed my view to her face. We were now. “It has to be big, Johnny… the bigger the better.” “Oh, it’s big all right. You’re gonna’ love the size of this one!” Johnny and I walked to the back lot where all the “vintage” cars were parked. In the rear of the lot sat a gold 1970-something Chrysler New Yorker with a peeling vinyl roof. It was nestled back in a corner like some sexy old queen accompanied by her court: a dinged-up red Chevy Impala and a rusty-white ‘83 Ford Fairlane. I felt right then… she might be the one. “Rich Corinthian. There were a dozen men in the bar, and every one of them stared at me as I made my way through the room to a booth in the back."The driver" wedged himself in after me and the bartender came over to take our order. I finally found out the name of "the driver" when the bartender called out "Hey, Ted! Who is the lady? And what the hell is she doing with a guy like you?"The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would have expected something a little more like Lucifer.He ordered a beer for.