A Day in the Country
A Day in the Country By Charlotte Dickles There were five of us who fairly regularly met up. My wife, Sue, and her friend Rosemary from her office; my mate from my office, Pete, and his wife, Janet; and then there was me, John. Every Saturday lunchtime, we'd meet in a local pub, and then probably arrange to see a film or a play over the course of the next week. There were plenty of mild sexual undercurrents, although it was mostly platonic. From the way Janet smiled at me and...