It was a short step to the pub where I was torendezvous with Gary. The quarter was busy withlunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of thesunsh...ine in their break. I felt exhilarated with theweather and the attention of the men on their way totheir lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned inmy demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation ofthe slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub andhad already bought me a large red. ”“That’s fine, your expected and I’m Consanta who you dealt with on the ‘phone; do come in.”Alma, leading Buddy on a leash, followed the thirty-something Consanta, into the posh house. She had never dealt with anyone this side of town and was anxious to do well.Consanta crouched to admire the animal’s hind quarters; in doing so her skirt rose up her thighs as she stroked the big brown mongrel. “My, he’s a big one, isn’t he!” said the lady.“He’s professional working dog; very well hung, just as. ‘I know this may sound strange. I … we … I know you. Please, you need to meet somebody. He’s downstairs.’ She blinked. She knew she must be coming across as some nutcase on crack. But, wow! She never thought she’d meet one, let alone here. Cass glanced down at her watch. It was time that she started heading back. She was apparently not going to have time to browse the new releases and lifted her cup to drain the last of her coffee before glancing at the girl one last time. ‘I’m sorry … I think. When we'd "play together" we'd often hit a ball over the fence together. We spent a lot of time just talking through the fence. I 'll never remember how it happened or what even gave me the idea, but when Candy and I thought nobody was watching, we would press ourselves up against each other through the fence. Looking back, I'm pretty sure someone (most likely my uncle Josh) taught me very dirty things about being naked and touching each others private parts. I know that I was the instigator.