" Where do we go next, Gwen and Jessie - I saw you looking at all those maps in Francesca's place?" Keep going North unil we hit the Pennines! We will... have to be careful when we get to Saddleworth Moor - very near Manchester. This is one of the worst parts of the trip as far as conurbations are concerned. That fictional Tami had it easy with all those wide open spaces!" Who was Tami?" asked Jessie."You remember the story Bill was talking about in Minehead? You know - the American student who. We fixed an hourly rate and he agreed tostart the next day. He told me his name was Stephen, and we had a littlebit of a chat, and then he pushed off looking rather pleased withhimself.So next morning he rolled up on the dot of nine. I said would he startwork in the hall and then go to the lounge and I showed him the vacuumcleaner and where the dusters and things were and let him to get on withit, while I washed up the breakfast dishes.After a bit I finished in the kitchen and went upstairs to. It looked a little stark and a lot Southwest, definitely a masculine place with few soft touches to the edges. Well, that was okay, since that was how he was, now. “Most of it’s rented,” he said. She turned back to look at him inquiringly. “The furniture. The artwork was done by . . . friends.” He moved into the kitchen. “Would you like some tea or something?” “Actually, I could use a stiff drink,” she responded. “This is starting to get . . . weird.” “It’s been weird for a while,” he. The diamond earrings were gone. The gold chain was now replaced by casual jewelry most girls would wear. Her hair looked even prettier now as she tied them back in high pony tail. All of it was topped with her very wonderful smile.She welcomed me in and the waiter placed the drinks on the table adjoining the single seating sofas and left after a good tip from me.She was having her white Bacardi with orange juice while I settled for JW Black Label on the rocks. While mixing the drinks I minced.