CHAPTER SEVEN
When I reached the wine bar, Sal was already there (as usual). She looked stunning in a short black dress and seamed stockings with her hair pinned up.
“Wow, look at you,” I said.
"Well now, I could say the same. You don't scrub up so bad yourself!" We both laughed.
"Cheeky Sod."
"Aww, I'm only joking, Alex. Are you excited?"
"Erm… mixed emotions. I suppose it's the thought of the unknown."
"Well, don't worry. I hope it meets your expectations. It might not be what you were thinking…" And what was I thinking, I didn't know, I hadn't a clue. I’d never been to anything like this before. I was probably the most inexperienced person around.
We sat and chatted for a while. I was gulping wine like someone waiting to go on a blind date. My stomach was doing somersaults and I
