It wasn’t long before Katrina was doing it to two girls, then three and they were all happily reciprocating.After several weeks there was a whole bu...nch of them massaging each other and doing ‘other’ things in Katrina’s four birth bedroom. Her three roommates were also only too glad to join in. For some reason the whole thing had seemed a whole lot more fun to do after Lights Out at 10:30pm and so it went. After a few months of this it had become a fully fledged tradition amongst the group and. The conversation around our tables declined significantly at this point. Rather than four or five conversations happening consecutively we were typically down to one. This made it much harder for me to remain on the periphery and I found myself deep in participation mode. I still had not looked over at the two men.I was in the middle of giving my thoughts on the buyout of a competitor by the company that I worked for when I noticed the eyes of a few of the remaining women move from me to. .. poor Tracey... well she married me... I was good looking then and available. But that was a mess and we split up. Then..." he paused, choosing his words"Then Elizabeth found me. She made me what I am now." He was staring at nothing. "I loved her for eighteen happy years, and now she's dead and there's Sarah."I was listening, still trying to adjust. This man, who had a posh job didn't seem at all afraid of revealing his roots. Definitely lower than Harry's and my mother had practically. He felt heavy on his feet, natural after a run, but he still resisted the urge to sit. After finishing his banana, he put the skin inside a veg bag he’d brought with him and skipped it back in his bum bag to take home for his compost bin. Before getting his phone out and putting his headphones in for his journey home, Jerome thought he’d enjoy this moment of life; watch the workers of the world go by. Stood arms folded in front of a north London coffee shop window, wearing an old baggy black.