TWENTY-NINE
At about four in the morning, coincidentally, as Amlodd and Daphne were leaving London for Dorset, so Jack was preparing himself. ‘Yes Jeff, no Jeff, egg, chips, bacon and beans, two slices and a big mug of tea… Jeff… HP sauce, Jeff…?’
He was practicing his Gordon Blue cooking phrases as Mandy helped him buckle up his corset. He could do it himself, she had seen him when he thought she was not looking, but he liked her doing it, and she could also make sure he had his pants on the right way round, which helped when he wanted a wee, and afforded her a chance to give him the occasional, reassuring fondle.
He may consider himself a hard nut, but Mandy knew her man needed continual reassurance, and coincidentally, he looked like he needed it now. He was crying. She was used to t
