.. I didn’t wait to hear the rest, boots on, tools away, I was off home.Part 2 the dateIt was 5.55pm,that summer evening when I rang the bell, Marg...aret had kissed me goodbye with her best wishes, I was suited and booted, a bunch of the finest freesias from my greenhouse clutched in one hot and sticky and a bottle of plonk in the other. The door opened and there stood my date, hair nice, make up lovely, not plastered, tastefully just enough, dark brown pencil skirt, cream blouse, black bra,. He was a vicious little dictator to the people who worked under him. If they wanted to keep their jobs, the men had to be sycophants, and the women had to endure an endless stream of sexual innuendo. Oddly enough, the women who tried to advance their careers by responding to him found themselves on the street.Emma grabbed Black's fingers before they actually touched her skin. She levered his wrist backwards until he gasped with pain and moved away. She saw something close to adoration in his. She had sought help from her mother and was almost raped a second time. Then there was Clyde. True she hadn't killed him, but she had wanted to badly. Seeing him after the cops had emptied eight cartridges into him had taken a lot out of her. Now she was on her way home to deal with her mother's boyfriend's body. Life sucked the big one. Thankfully, he had been smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Charles wasn't sure how sympathetic Connie would have been if he had mentioned his father's. I was lucky because where the complex was there was a large bar/restaurant next door so the majority of food and drink was bought here, also the back door of the bar went into my complex, ideal for going back and forth. I had an apartment with a roof terrace so I could sit or lie in the sun instead of going to the beach. the second day there I met the 'neighbours', they were two women, Anne and Yvonne, they were in their late fifties from Harrogate, they had won money on the bingo so decided to.