I found a conversation with Janet to be easy, and I don’t mind admitting that I used to time my walk so that I stood a good chance of being able to ...bump into Janet.Like all British conversations, once we had dealt with the unseasonably warm weather and how beautiful the park was, we quickly skirted around Brexit and established that we both agreed it was the worst mistake the country had ever made, so bad that it made invading Iraq look like a good idea. We then got on to the old favourite of. Then I felt her hand gently soothing my back; before slowly moving up to my neck, where her fingers lightly massaged; easing the tension from my body.“How’s that honey’?” she asked softly.“That’s real good mom,” I replied, in a near whisper.Linda’s hand eased down my back and began exploring further, first down my spine to the small of my back, and then beneath my arms and then stopped.I held my breath; and I sensed she also was holding her breath.Then her hands came up and gently cupped my. Perhaps he should call her, talk about it, find out what she meant. Talking, yes. It’s what friends did. ‘Umm…’ He realised that, despite their friendship, he’d never called her at home. In fact, he didn’t have her home phone number! After several moments of near panic he was able to remember her address and went to find a phone book. Bottomley, D. wasn’t there. She had an unlisted number. ‘Shit!’ ‘Elizabeth,’ he thought. ‘Elizabeth might have it.’ He did have Elizabeth’s number, she’d been to. . don't cry. It's just... I already have a family... three daughters." But? Oh George? I'm sorry. What am I going to do?"Although George was definitely not a paragon of virtue he attended church and portrayed himself as an upright, Christian citizen. If he sent this girl for an abortion and somebody found out it might damage his reputation which was essential to the success of his business."Maybe it's a false alarm, kitten," and he kissed her tear wetted cheeks. The sight and feel of her.