Filling the Age gap
A tale of a lusty young man and the frustrated middle age wife of the local shopkeeper. It was late August and the cooler air was a reminder that autumn was just round the corner. I was 18 and would soon to be heading off to start a new chapter in my life at Uni. On my way home from playing football I popped into the village shop for a cold drink. It was run by a middle-aged couple Frank and Pam. I knew them well as I had previously done a paper round for them. As usual Pam was serving at the...