Want to help?" Catherine sat down at the table and put her head in her hands. Elizabeth sat opposite, worried now. There were tears in Catherine's eye...s."Want to tell, sweetheart? Man trouble?" Catherine had been out on a date last night, so it seemed likely. The girl smiled."Man trouble! Thanks for not saying 'Boy trouble'" She sighed and stiffened, squaring her shoulders and reaching for her coffee. After a sip, she looked at her mother and said, "No, not 'Man trouble', not really. And I. .”“As you planned,” she cut in sarcastically.“I parked the car in Beaufort Road and came back to the allotments. However, as I came passed the shed old Jack Chapman stopped me and he got me to try some of his homemade wine. By the time I got out of there, I thought it best to return to the car and make it look as though I’d just returned. I could tell something had happened by the way you walked out of his shed and the flushed look on your face.”“So, you weren’t there for me,” Sarah gasped.“Was. Just as she was about to climax she heard footsteps..."My my my, what have we here" said a strange male voice, she opened her eyes to see an attractive, slightly older, man standing before her studying her naked form. She whipped her coat back around her body as her cheeks dyed themselves a bright red with embarrassment. "Don't stop on my account you little minx. In fact I've been watching you masturbate here at the same time every night for the past month" he continued "I thought it was high. ’ Helena suddenly found herself blushing. As the doors swung closed again she saw the man looking up. He was looking in her direction with a wry smile. She turned and walked back into the kitchen. ‘Good God Helena, get yourself together.’ She mumbled to herself. ‘He’s just a guy eating his breakfast for Christ’s sake.’ And true enough, he was just a guy eating his breakfast. A very polite guy. Maybe even a true to life, honest-to-God pop-culture phenomenon. This guy just might be a.