Chapter Four
Now
He was on the floor at my feet when the sound of Spencer’s battered old VW Beetle pulled onto the drive. It was to be our second date and – the first having turned convention on its head and started with a f**k from my new lover while my husband had knelt with his nose to a corner of our bedroom wall – I thought it would be nice if I treated my office junior and young black s*x god to a film and a burger before repeating the events of the first.
I could tell Timmy was nervous as he kept fiddling with the sash of the pyjamas I’d forced him to wear despite the time being only six o’clock.
Just as I liked him, in fact.
The girls were with my mother and had made my father his favourite Manor House cake and were excited to see if he liked it. They wouldn’t be back until Mo
