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A few weeks after my unintended appearance at the dogging Oscars with Dilys I was called into the company office. There was a new infantry battalion being formed, and I was one of the 'lucky' ones chosen to make up the numbers.

It is a well-known fact that when MoD call for 'volunteers' for new units the battalions get rid of all those men who pose a bit of a problem to them; not just the stupid, but the barrack room lawyers, the womanisers, the drunks, or those like me, who had been reduced to the ranks and are something of an embarrassment.

The new unit was being formed at York, which was unusual venue for an infantry battalion as the military base there, Imphal Barracks, was an all administrative installation, staffed mainly by civilians carrying out accounting and taxation tasks. There had been no infantry units stationed there since the 1960's, save that of a Territorial Army (TA) company of The West Yorkshire Regiment.

2RGJ packed off about 60 of us 'rejects' to the new unit, the name of which we hadn't yet been told. On arrival we found contingents of men from the other two battalions of the Green Jackets, as well as men from the three battalions of The Light Infantry, a regiment formed in 1968 by amalgamating all the former light infantry regiments. It made sense for men of the two regiments to be combined in any new unit, as we all marched at Light Infantry pace and the arms drill was the same. However, questions, and eyebrows, were raised as to why this experiment was being carried out only on the two light regiments of the army.

Next morning we were assembled on the parade ground – all the civvies who worked on the site had to move their cars; it was the first time the square had seen a battalion of men parading for over 30 years. We were then addressed by a Lt. Colonel Haines, who was to be our new Commanding Officer (CO). He was from one of the light infantry battalions, and seemed a decent enough sort of bloke, although, like the rest of us, he must have been weighed and found wanting.

He told us that the new unit was to be called The Experimental Rifle Battalion, which harked back to the early days of the 95th Rifles. We were issued with new cap badges, and collar dogs – crossed rifles on a bugle horn – and that was that as far as it went in changing uniform. Both the RGJ and the Light Infantry wore rifle green berets, and it was only a matter of exchanging our former cap badge and collar dogs i.e. the badges on the lapels of our No 2 Home Dress tunics, with the new insignia.

The riflemen of the new unit didn't have to learn any new techniques; we used the same infantry weapons and the same battle tactics as the rest of the British Army. The experimental part was in the command and control of the battalion. The ERB comprised of only three rifle companies, rather than of the usual four of an infantry battalion, and the platoons were made up of four sections instead of the usual three. There were also changes to the administration side of things, not that it impacted on our day to day routine as it was only the officers and SNCO's who had to learn new ways of doing things. The CO didn't give any explanation as to why these new formations were being trialled, he just gave us the usual pep talk – duty, diligence, working together as a team, – blah, blah, blah.

We were allocated to our new platoons and sections, and I was assigned as the 2i/c of number four section, six platoon, Bravo Company. The only face I recognised in my new section was Rumpole Stilkins, my former legal advisor at Aldershot.

Rumpole Stilkins was a good example of the type of soldier who had been 'volunteered' for the new unit, well, at least those drawn from the Green Jackets. He was a proficient soldier, knew his job well, and carried out his duties efficiently. He was well educated and intelligent, and probably should have been an officer with those attributes, but his handicap was a big mouth – 'gobby' – as it is called in the army. He never knew when to keep schtum. He was a barrack room lawyer who knew all the rules and regulations, and let those in command know when they had overstepped them. As he had been trained as a lawyer he could argue the hind leg off a donkey, and didn't mind going head to head with authority – not the accomplishments required of a private soldier in the British Army – or indeed in any army.

I'm not saying that all those from the RGJ now serving in ERB were as gobby as he was, but the majority of the 'volunteers' had rubbed up their platoon and /or company commanders the wrong way, so when it came to deciding who was to get detached from the battalion their names would be first in the frame. None of our lot from the Green Jackets were dead legs or layabouts or skivers – OK, so maybe there were a few, but generally the 'volunteers' from the RGJ were good soldiers. I can't say the same for the light infantrymen. Oh sure, they had their barrack room lawyers; good soldiers but gobby, but there were many more dead legs, numpties and slap heads among their contribution than from the RGJ – but then I would say that, wouldn't I?

However, only a week after arriving at York I was appointed acting Corporal of my section, as the former corporal had deserted. He was from the Light Infantry – I rest my case.

Actually he had done me a favour, for the sooner I was appointed a substantive corporal the better. I needed that rank to be allocated to recruiting duties, although with my relationship with Miriam on hold, at least until we had held our discussion, there was no real rush. Once I was a substantive corporal I could also be considered for promotion to Sergeant. I had already passed the SNCO's course and reckoned it shouldn't take too long for me to be back with three stripes, and then be eligible to apply for the staff sergeant course. Once I had qualified in that rank it would confirm my tenure in the army.

I knew it would be several years before I would achieve that target, but I needed the qualification of being eligible for staff sergeant in order to remain in the army after my 38th birthday. I had just under ten years of service before that milestone; plenty of time, given the present intervals between promotion from Corporal to Sergeant and from Sergeant to Staff Sergeant, but it has been known for MoD to move the goal posts when it came to length of service in rank before being considered for promotion to the next higher rank.

The officers of the unit enjoyed different, although just as compelling, reasons as their men when it came for being 'volunteered'. Several were clearly past their sell by date, and one or two were visibly incompetent. My platoon commander was a bit of an enigma when it came to debating his reason to be sent to ERB.

Lieutenant Bernard Westminster was one of the oldest lieutenants I'd ever come across in the army, and yet he was an extremely capable officer. He knew his stuff, and ran the platoon effortlessly and efficiently. He was respected by the men and had a certain charisma. His Achilles Heel was his eccentricity.

At one time the British Army was full of eccentric officers; Black Bob Craufurd, Picton, Chinese Gordon, Baden-Powell, Montgomery, Wingate, Mad Mitch Mitchell, etc. However in the modern army anyone who didn't fit the mould didn't get promoted, and Big Ben Westminster certainly didn't fit the mould – and how.

We called him Big Ben, not just because he was six foot six and built like a second row forward, but because of his voice. He boomed – he never shouted – it was just a loud voice, which carried for miles.

"If he's got a wife I bet she's as deaf as a post from him whispering sweet nothings in her ear." Rumpole remarked.

I didn't know if Big Ben was married or not, but he never lacked for female company. He was a throwback to the Edwardian age, with his mutton chop whiskers, his flowery language – which some times could be quite fruity – and, especially when around females, his old world courtesy and charm. He wore a silk brocaded waistcoat, complete with a fob pocket watch, under his combat jacket, and took snuff, from an antique, silver, snuff box, which he would offer round at an Orders group. I tried some once, and nearly blew my head off with the sneezing. Why would anyone want to stick tobacco dust up their nose?

That is really being eccentric.

It was just as well that Big Ben had soon got to grips with the platoon, as our platoon sergeant, Neddy Claypole, was a complete tosser – and was also from the light infantry I might add. In fact Big Ben ignored him and dealt directly with the four section commanders.

During the months we were at York Big Ben and I struck up a good working relationship. I admit I went out of my way to make myself useful, and get into his good books. I was hoping he would recommend that I get made up to substantive corporal in short order. I had been a section corporal for several years, and says it myself as shouldn't, I was pretty good at it. I made sure that section four of Bravo 6 was the most efficient section in the platoon and the company, and I worked the boys hard to achieve it.

After about six weeks at York I was more or less running the platoon as an acting sergeant, although not with any official sanction, other than Big Ben's. Sergeant Claypole just went through the motions, but Big Ben relied on me to do the job. At first the rest of the platoon were pissed off by what they thought was my brown nosing, but they soon came to see that Claypole was as useful as a chocolate fire guard, and that I had more experience, both in combat, and in running a platoon, than most of the other NCOs in the new battalion. I also had been awarded the Military Medal – which carries quite a lot of prestige among professional soldiers.

Gradually a sort of esprit de corps was built up in the ERB. We all, other than the dead legs, thought ourselves unfairly treated when being posted away from our parent battalions, and, in that particularly British way, we took hold of a derogatory concept and turned it into a badge of honour.

We named ourselves the Erbs – Everyone a Rejected Bastard – which made us doubly keen to be the best. Every competition with other battalions was a must win, at all costs. Our football team kicked the other sides all over the park, and won the Army championship. Our shooting team came second to the Gurkhas at Bisley, but we counted that as a win as Gurkhas are the supreme infantry soldier, and being beaten into second place by them is no defeat. We damn near won the Army rugby championship, but a forward pass by the opposing team –2 Para – was not spotted by the ref, and they scored the winning try.

Our achievements, on the sporting field, and on the training areas – where we took part in brigade exercises and always put on a good show – built up that vital ingredient of an infantry unit: complete trust in your mates.

I tried to install it into my section and 6 platoon, and came up with several ideas which involved the whole platoon taking part. These included a sponsored bungee jump from the top of Clifford Tower, abseiling down the West Tower of York Minster, and taking part in the York half marathon. I believe these activities, and social events such as Quiz nights and pub crawls, improved Bravo 6 as a fighting unit – making us close knit, efficient, and confident.

All work and no play makes Jack, and indeed Dewey, a dull boy, and I didn't intend becoming dull. Even so I also didn't intend entering into any long term sexual relationship in York – I still entertained hopes of getting back with Miriam, and I played it softly softly with her. I would contact her, or my mother, once a week on the telephone. I didn't ask Miriam if she was ready for our discussion, I left it for her to tell me. It had occurred to me that Miriam could be suffering with PTSD, the trauma of her parents' deaths giving her similar symptoms as the trick cyclist had described on the sniper course.

I didn't know if there was any cure, or if there were drugs to alleviate the condition, or if the sufferer just had to work their own way through it, which I assumed Miriam was doing. Anyway I didn't pressurise her in any way. That was fine – me being considerate and caring about my wife's needs – but what about my needs? I wasn't getting any sex at all, and I was really missing those evenings spent bouncing away in Dilys' Fiesta and fanny -- that's a British fanny, which is a completely different piece of kit than an American fanny, although I had sometimes bounced away in that as well.

I was presented with a bit of a dilemma – do I look for a long term, steady relationship, or do I go the Gino Frascetti way of just mindless fucking? Personally I would prefer having a relationship, with all the comforts of home, but realised that it wouldn't be a very good start to getting back with Miriam. There was the danger that if I found another Francine, or Phillipa Goddard, I might not bother getting back with Miriam – and then I would feel guilty if my actions made her PTSD even worse. So after some consideration I decided it was back to the Four F's, and guilt-free fucking.

You see how devious and double dealing I am? Shagging one female regularly would be 'wrong', but regularly shagging different females is OK. I persuaded myself that I was doing this for Miriam's benefit, not mine – what a conniving bastard I really am!

The only thing I had known about York, prior to being posted there with the ERB, was that there was an orgasm inducing set of rail junctions north and south of the city. However, I discovered that York was a really great place, even without those aids to ecstasy. The Romans had built a fort in AD 71 to command a river crossing, and the town had developed along the north bank of the River Ouse. Some of the sewers built by the Romans to take the effluent away from the town still exist today, incorporated into the modern sewage system. I can't imagine anything built by McAlpine's Fusiliers still being in use a thousand years hence.

Rumpole Stilkins, whose given name was Russell, had been born, and had gone to school, in York. He had spent his formative years visiting the Minster and the many museums, besides spending many hours walking along the walls that almost encircle the medieval centre of the city, and what he didn't know about York wasn't worth knowing. He took on a volunteer job as a tour guide, and it became a licence to get off with the tastiest looking tourists totty, and soon he and I had a wonderful system for getting our ends away.

As a bona fide tour guide Russ Stilkins would suss out what totty on his guided tour looked to be likely candidates for infusions of squaddie dick – his and mine. During the tour, which was a walking tour through the city around York Minster, The Shambles, Bootham Bar, and other notable places of interest, he would chat up the most likely pair, then he and I would meet them later for a drink & a meal & a shag.

We would go back to the girls' hotel room for the third element of the evening's entertainment, where, as the prime puller of the females, Russ got to shag his bird in the bed whereas I had to make do with having it off in the toilet /shower room. As Russell said, I had the experience of the 125 Club to call on. We would usually swap partners, and/or venues, after the first round of fucking had been concluded, and then I would get the bed and Russ would learn the joys of shagging in a toilet/shower. At least you could have a shower after working up a fuck-muck sweat, or indeed while still working up a fuck-muck sweat.

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With the reunification of Germany, and the gradual breakup of the Soviet Union, the role of the British Army Of the Rhine (BAOR) was under review. It didn't make much difference to 1st Green Jackets; we still had manoeuvres and schemes to take part in, and we continued with the training already scheduled, which had been designed to combat an attack by the USSR, a now non-existent foe. I was far too busy for the next 2 weeks in getting my platoon into shape for a forthcoming exercise, to...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 3 Paradise Regained and LostChapter 17 Court Martial

According to military law my offence could have been dealt with by my Commanding Officer, Lt Col. Renshawe-Todd, holding a Summary Hearing. After making his judgment he could then have awarded the punishment merited by my crime, a possible prison sentence of up to 4 years. However, Sweeney had been present at the scene of my 'crime' and so was unable to take part in any legal action against me, other than that of a witness. It had therefore been decided that I would be dealt with by a...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 9 Life with Pippa January 1988October 1990

As I picked Pippa up from the armchair her mouth had fastened on mine like a love struck limpet. Our tongues delved into each other's mouths, sliding and slithering, as we gave ourselves over to the passion that had been building up since the day we had first met in the White Star cafe. Our teeth clashed; we gasped for air as we kissed, sucked, and licked. I carried her towards the staircase, in a rather ungainly fashion, her arms around my neck and her legs gripping around my waist like an...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 30 Some More Equal Than Others

Gwen disengaged her mouth from my flaccid penis. "It's no good babe ... it's like flogging a dead horse." Earlier that evening I had lost wood during a session of rumpty pumpty, and Gwen had been forced to give mouth to groin resuscitation to restore my libido, which unfortunately was a wasted effort. This wasn't the first time over the last few days I had failed to give Gwen the shagging she deserved; the shagging she expected and, quite rightly, she got bloody angry when I didn't...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 12 Jenny Walsh

During my lost week, or rather my lust week, with Hannah a pile of mail had accumulated at 23 Kitchener Road. The day before I moved into digs at West Drayton I went through the pile and threw most in the recycle bin. The one letter I read came from my solicitors, and contained the DNA report on the soiled sheets Miriam and Hodge were shagging between when I walked in on them. Most of the language in the report was far too technical for me to understand, but one sentence astonished...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 4 December 1987 The end with Emma

I walked back to barracks, there was no public transport Sunday mornings in Aldershot and there were no taxis cruising. It didn't matter as I needed to sort things out in my mind, and I did that best when stepping out at light infantry pace. I thought I might be in love with Emma. I had told Annalise that I loved her, not long after our first bout of lovemaking, but she had laughed, kissed me and said. 'You are in love with the thought of being in love, sweetheart' Maybe it was the same...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 35 Coming Home to Roost

The enormity of what I had done by assisting Gino Frascetti to commit suicide didn't really dawn on me until my train was approaching London. If either Lenny Benson or I were suspected in any way of being involved in Gino's death we would be in big trouble. The authorities do not subcribe to mercy killing, and would arrest, and subsequently charge, anyone involved in such an act; in the worst case with murder and in the best case with manslaughter. Each crime carries a considerable time in...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 20 Faint Heart Never Won Fair Lady

On the 23rd of October 2003 I moved in with Suzannah, taking most of my personal kit and clothing from my flat in Bourne Mansions. She found room for my stuff in the huge walk-in wardrobe in the master bedroom, but didn't appear too impressed with my taste in clothing, although she kept her mouth shut, well, at least for a week or two. It didn't take me long to find a short term tenant for my Bourne Mansion flat; Iver had a good reputation as a place to live, and the Trustees insisted...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 23 A dish best served naked

As Gemma Sloper came out of the BBC Television Centre building in White City I opened the car door and waved. She saw me, and the car, and surprise and pleasure spread across her face. I had got from my seat and had opened the passenger door for her by the time she reached the car. "Wow ... a Porsche!" she said, running a gloved finger along the sleek wing before getting in. There was a flash of thigh as she swung herself into the leather upholstered seat. I got in beside her and turned on...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 5 The Courtship of Phillipa Goddard 23rd December 1987

I walked back to the barracks with my head spinning as I struggled to take in the fact that Emma had gone. She must have known a fortnight ago that it would be our last meeting. That could explain her somewhat feverish sexual activity- had she wanted something special to look back on? Who was the other employee from her firm who had disappeared with her? Phillipa hadn't said but I assumed it to be a male as I couldn't imagine Emma without a pliable male companion. Had he been shagging her...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 3 Paradise Regained and LostChapter 2 Tossa del Mar

We flew into Barcelona on the 26th May. We had booked a week at a hotel at Tossa del Mar, a small coastal village about 25 miles to the north of the city. A car from the hotel met us at the airport and as we drove along the coast road I understood why the area was called 'The Costa Brava', The Rugged Coast. Tossa del Mar had escaped the over-development suffered by other coastal villages as it did not have the large beaches of the Costa Blanca or Costa del Sol. Instead, the small secluded...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 13 A Dalliance with Debbie May 1990

March and April went by with Pippa waiting to hear how her thesis had been received. She knew it could take up to 4 months to complete the review procedure, but had hoped that friends in the various universities where the thesis was being reviewed would get some idea of how things were going and let her know. "How will they know which is yours?" I asked, "I thought your thesis was entered anonymously." "They are but I've told my friends the title, so they should pick up any news by...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 3 Paradise Regained and LostChapter 15 Addiction

We met at 2pm on the first Monday after Christmas, in a car park in Celle. I was off duty on the day she had specified and I wondered how she knew I would be available for our tryst. Dead on time her BMW drew into the car park, she beckoned me over and I received the full tongue and face sucking treatment as soon as I had sat down in the car. She then drove, one handed, to an autobahn rest station about 15 miles towards Hanover. We booked into a room and I joined her in what can only be...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 1 IntroductionsChapter 5

I never found out where Annalise came from, anything about her family, or even how old she was. I gathered that she had been born in the German Democratic Republic, or East Germany as it was generally known. I learned all my German from her, and eventually, when I spoke it well enough, I realized her accent was from the east. Germans often remarked on my Silesian accent. Lying in bed between your teacher's thighs, buried up to your balls in her warm welcoming twat, is the best way to learn a...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 1 IntroductionsChapter 4

Two months before the day of our wedding Miriam told me that she had miscarried and had lost the baby. I was home on leave and at her house when she made the announcement. Her parents had made themselves scarce when I arrived, and I had thought they were leaving us love birds alone for our benefit, but of course they just wanted to be out of the way when the news was broken. "So there's no need for you to marry me now." Miriam said, looking gravely at me-she was a solemn little piece, not...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 3 Preparations before battle

When I opened my eyes next morning the sun was streaming into the bedroom. After the calming vision of Dawn on Still Waters I had slept like a log; a long unbroken sleep with no more bad dreams. Although still nowhere near top form I felt much better than I had for days. Maggie entered the room dressed to go out. She sat on the bed and gave me a mouth full of her toothpaste flavoured tongue. "You've had a lovely long sleep, though at first you tossed and turned and cried out. Were you...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 3 Paradise Regained and LostChapter 16 I meet my Waterloo

Six days after my birthday Ffion and I were sat together at a table in the opulent surroundings of the Officers Mess dining room in Trenchard Barracks. We had met on every one of the intervening six days, taking foolhardy risks of discovery as we made love where ever and whenever we could. We had even made love in Ffion's house, when Gareth and Geraint were away for the night at some motor cycle rally. I had crept into the house through the garden, after Ffion had left the gate in the panel...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 10 The Dark Side of the Loon

July 5th-20th, 2002. Plaistow. London I returned in triumph to The Crown with my supporters, and spent the evening in joyous celebration. People clapped me on the back, and bought me trays full of foaming pints and Jim Beam chasers. "Well done, Des." "Nice one, Dewey." "Good on yer, Dave." Friends from the army, childhood, and neighborhood kept me buoyant on a wave of euphoria and alcohol, and, when at last I was poured into my bed at 23 Kitchener Road, the morning star was...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 29 Through the Eye of a Needle

The day after returning from Lanzarote I was spent; physically, emotionally and monetarily, but hopefully all only momentarily. I chuckled as the silly thought came into my mind. The person in front of me, in the queue of people waiting for the ATM outside Iver railway station to become vacant, looked around in surprise. "I'm glad someone can find something funny to laugh about, mate." I raised an eyebrow "Anything in particular got you down, pal, or is it just the trivial round and...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 3 Aldershot September December 1987 Life with Emma

The cab driver kept giving me funny looks as we drove through a deserted Aldershot. I could see him peering in the rear-view mirror at me but when I glanced at him he quickly looked away. He dropped me off outside the barracks and drove away shaking his head and muttering, "Squaddies today what are they like?" It was only when I got into my room and saw myself in the mirror that I realised what he had been looking at; my mouth was smeared with the vermilion lipstick from Emma's nipples....

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 6 Advance to Contact

The next week passed with me going over in my mind moves to inflict the most damage on Martin Hodge in the shortest possible time. I also needed to make arrangements to obviate serving a long spell as a guest of Her Majesty. My defence stratagem was planned, but I required a top notch defence lawyer to bring the plan to fruition. As ever when I was in a bind I called on Harry Ledbetter. He was now a Lieutenant Colonel at the Ministry of Defence in Whitehall. In fact his spell in...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 28 Lady Madeline CroftonFoxe

8th Febuary, 2009. Royal Borough of Kensington & Chelsea. London An an expensive, high performance car is always a useful accessory when dealing with Sloane Rangers, or indeed with any other type of female, I drove to Bayswater in the Porsche. I parked as close as possible to Gemma's house, then rapped on the lion headed Georgian brass knocker on the front door. It opened to my knock so quickly someone must have been in the hallway. On first acquaintance the petite and slim Lady...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 6 The Courtship of Phillipa Goddard 28th December 1987

At nine precisely I was ringing her doorbell, there was a bit of a wait until Pippa opened the door. "Sorry to keep you waiting Dewey," she smiled as she said my name, "I was washing my hair." She had a towel wrapped around her head like a turban and was wearing black slacks, a long sleeved shirt worn outside of the slacks and a woollen waistcoat; I caught the scent of shampoo and flowers as she kissed my cheek. I followed her into the hall. "There's coffee in the pot in the kitchen,"...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 2 Rest and Recuperation

2045 hours 2nd May, 2002; 23 Kitchener Road, Plaistow, London. It was dark when I came to. My 'genuine' Rolex watch, bought off a barrow in Petticoat Lane for £25, showed I'd been out for almost three hours. Everything hurt: my head, my leg, my ribs, but most of all my pride. My many extra marital relationships during our marriage debarred me from claiming the moral high ground when discovering Miriam indulging in adultery. She was merely mirroring my behaviour, and many would say...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 17 None but the Brave

I was informed in late November 2002 I would be awarded the Military Cross in the New Year's Honours list of January 2003, for 'gallant and meritorious service in Afghanistan'. The blurb went on about 'coolly fighting off an attack when outnumbered, and saving the life of a comrade', and all that bollocks. In fact I was unconscious when I fell on top of Ergash Vakil, thus saving him from being spattered by shrapnel. Billy Turner, who had saved both Ergash's and my life by arriving in...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 33 Crisis what midlife crisis

April 20th, 2009: Mortimer Crippen's Clinic, Devonshire Mews. "Good to see you, Des." Mort shook my hand with enthusiasm, "I've constructed what I believe is a feasible theory explaining the reason for your unusual type of ED." It was over two weeks since my last visit to the clinic, and as I had a free day from driving the shagging waggon, and indeed from shagging any of the passengers, I had decided to make the appointment and discover what, if anything, Mort had learned from my two...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 18 The Presentation

I spent the rest of Saturday in a daze. It wasn't Cupid's arrow which had impaled me but Suzannah Weston's smile. I walked around with a soppy grin on my face. I was in love with a beautiful woman — and we all know where that leads. It was a hopeless, hapless, amour. She had amply demonstrated her dislike, disdain and probably disgust, for me, making any chance of a relationship with her as far-fetched as West Ham United winning the Premier Championship, or me copping on with Debbie...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 4 Intel

The next day I moved back to my house for a couple of nights. I contacted a local estate agent, and a young lad, barely out of school, came round and measured up, and we agreed what price to put the house on the market. I was in no great hurry to sell and reckoned I would get the asking price in time. I also got in touch with a house clearance firm; practically all but the kitchen equipment could go. Most of the other furniture stemmed from my parent's era, and any new stuff in the house...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 21 Married Life

December 2003 – November 2008: London. Bertram Weston gave us a Canary Wharf penthouse apartment as a wedding present. When I say 'gave' it was actually another tax avoidance scheme, where we paid a mere pittance of a rent to some holding company in the Bahamas and Weston was then able to claw back a large proportion of any tax he had paid in the UK. I have no idea how it works, but it seems all millionaires have similar arrangements, and pay virtually sod all income tax. Bertram Weston...

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