“Your drink Pamela is called Sex on the Beach.”They all clapped and wanted one.We danced, drank, walked and talked. Then we visited the gardens an...d a bedroom. The servers brought us foods whose names I couldn’t pronounce. I was Charles Brandon and Pamela, my Mary Tudor, standing on the castle’s ramparts after our wedding.“Tell me my dearest, who are you? When we toasted the king, you said ‘long may she reign,” Pamela said.“A slip of the tongue, brought on by excessive Champagne.”“Your tongue. They watched you for a few days and reported back to me that you were a teacher at the Bamebridge Boarding School in Wickem and you appeared to be unattached.”“And you just thought that –““I never assumed that you would want me back.” He says steadily. “But I had to try.”Clasping my hands together, I stare at the ceiling. The more information I get from Tom, the more confused and lost I feel. I shake my head.“I’m over the hurt and anger Tom. God, I was engaged to Christopher for three years. There are alcohol-fuelled revellers pouring out of clubs and bars into the streets and onto the roads, holding my journey up further. Expletives are offered by the driver and ignored by everyone. I don't want anything interrupting my thoughts. Thoughts of you. Thoughts of what you could have possibly got me. Memories of how you smell, the way you move, how you taste, the feel of being inside your mouth, at the back of your throat and squeezed into your tight, wet, quivering cunt...A thud pulls. "In case you need to go anywhere before the rest of us are ready to leave."'Very good sir." he said.It was quite late by the time we got the boxes sorted and some of them unpacked. "We have to go shopping tomorrow." I told Maeve. "I need someplace to put all this junk."She wrinkled her nose at me and sighed. "This place is going to be a lot of work."She came into my arms and leaned back to look up at me. "Do you have any objection to me using some of my own money to buy things for our home?".