Dolores were Landladies daugher, last thing Tommy knew she were at Grimsby college learning hospitality as she wanted be a hoo er. She were a stunner,... her tits were straining the seams on her cream gaberdine mackintosh, her lips were like rubies, her eyes were like, well eyes, one were blue and the other weren’t, her hair was pure gold wi black roots, and her face, had all the right bits and well thee don’t have to look at it when you’re close up do thee.“Hey Dolly!” he shouted.“Fuck off. She asks, ‘Is this what it means to be real?’ No answer. More contemplation of her hair. ‘I could take it away. Make you forget him.’ Forget him…. Forget the anger, the screaming pain when he left her… the unadulterated joy when they reunited… the slow realization of bitter anger and unforgiven sins… wounds that cut too deep to ever be healed by him… the horrifying realization of her own faults and sins that led to their demise. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ Why not…. the laughter, the. I chose carefully, then ordered, a coffee for me, the chocolate for her, I knew her well enough to know she’d appreciate that.When politely and shyly enquired as to why I wasn’t having dessert, my reply of "I’ll be having you later"Bringing a flush to her cheeks, as she politely excused herself to to powder her nose.Reaching under the table I wordlessly hand her a small bag, and return once more to studying the food on the tables around me, picking up the minor mistakes only a chef would. .." Jake began again.Béla kissed him again, shutting him up, again. Then she began pulling on his belt buckle, trying to get it to open."Alright, I get the message," Jake said, realizing that she understood only too well what he wanted to say and she definitely didn't want him to say it. Or anything else, for that matter...He pulled her against him and kissed her again, hugging her naked body against him and nearly puncturing her belly button with his half-open belt buckle."Now is what.