In the Car
Jane's teenage dream of her handsome neighbour comes trueJane’s eyes flitted to the house across the street as she waited for her mother to unlock the front door. There was a black Jag parked in the drive, which meant that Mr Southgate was home. Or John, as she called him these days. She was, after all, sixteen now and no longer a c***d. John spent about half of the year abroad, and when he was away his car was locked up in his garage. A little grin crept across Jane’s lips at the thought that...