Whilst I did enjoy a game of soccer, I’d a feeling half-time couldn’t come quick enough. But that would have meant giving the game away and witnessing the whole carefully constructed plan disintegrate to little more than a minor humiliation of the man who’d cost me my career. XXX In the dialogue that followed, they disclosed having to leave again on Sunday for Monday’s funeral, and asked if I wouldn’t mind another eye on young Sophie. Well, he’d succeeded, I couldn’t take that away from him, but I liked to hope I’d had the last laugh. Thanking Bonnie manifold: for the warm hospitality, the blowjob, the tickets and my special visual treat, I promised to drop by again some time.
