I return from dropping Julie off at her best friend Geri’s house on the other side of Torquay, and see my new downstairs neighbour Vic coming out of her front door; it’s only then that I remember her husband works as a kitchen fitter.
If you’re straight, Victoria Yorke is all kinds of hot made manifest: petite and boyishly cute with short-cropped cherry-blonde hair and dimples. If it weren’t for the swell of her belly and breasts you’d think from the way she dresses Vic was a hot male university student; she could easily get me feeling very confused if I was into younger lads.
“Heya, Vic. How are we this evening?”
“Hey, Mack, we are doing just fine. All four of us.”
“Four?”
“I’m carrying triplets, the hospital confirmed it by ultrasound a few hours ago.” There’s something off about th
