A New Arrangement
I opened the door at the first knock and gazed at her, tall, despite the flat-heeled knee-length boots, a magnificent bosom too, under the tightly drawn nondescript coat which accentuated her shapely form, all capped off with tied-back dark blonde hair held up in a bun by a pink clasp. “Going to invite me in, Dave?” she asked with a sultry knowing smile. “Yes, Marion,” I replied with a smile of my own. Call me Dave, just about everyone I know does, save for my Mum, naturally, and possibly...