Looking
Two people looking for different things, but with a common goal It was late in the evening on yet another of those rare scorching late August days. I was having a pint of beer and a packet of Gary Lineker’s favourite crisps at an outdoor table at my local pub. It was there that I saw her. About five foot two, slender build, nice tit bumps, long brown hair – a bit lank, a face that looked fourteen, the over elaborate make up not at all convincing; she had a Midlands dialect. She was sat with...