If I have something to put in writing, I shall have it hand delivered by one of my family, and thus you will not have to concern yourself about it any... more.I shall inform the Chief Constable that you have been helpful but have not overstepped the bounds of your responsibility.”“Thank you, sir. I shall return to my normal duties then. Farewell, sir.”A day later, a letter was pushed through the Robertson letterbox while they were at university, so they got it on their return home. Reg read it out. He watched transfixed while Jess emptied the bags of his new purchasesonto the bed, not stopping her running commentary as she picked upblouses or cardigans and expressing her opinion as to what she thoughtthat would go with what."Here," she said. "Put these on and let's have a look."He took off his clothes down to his underwear and slipped the skirt shehanded him on, followed by a roll-neck cotton knitted jumper. He liked the feel; liked the freedom around the legs and the way itflared. "You knew I would do this, didn't you?" His voice roughened. "Is this what you wanted? Does it shock you, or arouse you?" Show me what this would make you want to do, Fiona."I was on fire and ready to do exactly as he said. My fingers leaped from his self pleasuring strokes and returned to the yearning he caused, zeroing in on the most efficient pressure point I knew and waiting for the inevitable eruption in my soul. Except it would be a shared one this time.Was I ready for the reality, and. That's his last name too you know, Haggard that is." All the time she talked, she undid the locks on her guitar case and pulled out the beautiful instrument. She strummed and hit a chord, made an adjustment and strummed again."My love is like a red, red rose," she began. She recited the whole poem while chording and making runs. Without a pause she faded into "I Love You Truly," followed by "Old Dan Came A' Courtin," a song about a bashful, love struck hillbilly who sought a new wife. The man.