Ugh. Anything that wasn’t a literal interpretation of Scripture was diabolical in origin.“I was always torn between those two sides of me, the slu...tty side that gave it out wholesale, anything but the V-card, and the Christian-brainwashed, misguided, but sincere, well-meaning part that wanted us to get married and have two point five kids or something together. It was all connected by one fact and one alone: I was yours and I wouldn’t give away what was yours to someone else.“I didn’t dare tell. Two days later, Sylvia was talking to Vera. "It's all arranged for Saturday. The footballer concerned has an appointment in the evening, so to ensure there is enough time for you, he will be coming to you straight from training, so he'll have a smell of manly sweat to get you going."Sylvia laughed at her own amusing way of putting it and carried on. "Now you'll remember what Patsy told us about the lads missing their families and wanting a bit of roleplay. Well this young man would like you to. Just ask her mother the next time you’re over there. This is a special time for mothers to get even for all the times you made us want to pull our hair out.”That brought Ella up short. It was worse than that. Her parents had video. She looked at John and knew she was in trouble when a positively evil grin spread across his face.“But for now, it’s your turn,” his mother said, and flipped to the next page in the album.Ella chuckled when she saw a picture of him red-faced and scowling as a. The nearest house to it was some distance away. Melissa drove into the driveway and stopped in front of the garage. ‘Here we are,’ she said. ‘How are we going to do this?’ ‘I think I’ll open the garage door,’ Bill said. ‘You can pull the car in. That will give Marty, here, some cover in the garage. You and I, and Ann, will wait in the breezeway between the house and garage. When Martin pulls in, you and Ann can go out to meet him.’ He turned to Ann. ‘You OK, Ann?’ he asked. ‘I’m so scared I’m.