After slipping into mystiletto high heeled ankle strap pumps Carol stopped me when I smoothedmy dress then moved to the makeup table to finish my look... and pick outa wig for the day to cover my short hair because Carol liked thedifferent look of wigs on me instead. She said I was perfect the way Iwas as she led me out of the bedroom saying "you won't need makeup or awig today dear."We crossed the living room headed for the kitchen when I saw a whitepanel van with the logo for Carol's day care. .." I said, searching for some elusive words to persuadeBecky that sharing my "prettiness" with the world at this stage wasn'tnecessarily a good idea. However whatever argument I was about to comeup with became lost in the mist of perfume that Becky sprayed on, andaround, me.Becky inhaled deeply and said "I do love it when you smell just likeme."And that was that. Before I knew it the door of the salon was beinglocked behind us and Becky was linking her arm in mine and striding outpurposefully. I read the note first.Dear Drew, I hope all is well with you. It is I, Julia. The lesbian that you have lusted after since we met in Amelia’s room. I, errr, we, (Amelia and myself) wanted to write to you and let you know that we are getting married to each other. We had to include you. For it was you, that allowed us to chat. Remember you paid for me to chat with Amelia? We had many chats since then. Amelia would PM me and we would chat. While in public she kept up the appearance of not being. A lot of her day was spent practising her music and, while very willing to help, that took priority. Generally speaking she took on the full nine hours over the weekend but also did some evening bar work on Fridays and Saturdays.Court's group started rehearsals for Llangollen and became frequent visitors. They were a lively bunch and soon became pub favourites whether just in for a drink or more often a meal.One evening, Jean paused in the bar to chat with Court. "Ugh!" she said. "I seem to be.