Alighting from the mini-cab, Tom was grateful it was a mild spring morning as he hadn"t thought to bring a coat. He"d left his suitcase in the car"s boot at home, but had his computer case and holdall as he walked along Euston Road to enter the station.
He found Sally waiting as they"d arranged, in front of WH Smith. Attracting admiring glances from the scattering of early morning commuters, she was as pretty as a picture. She was wearing a tight-fitting, short-sleeved yellow top, complementing her sunny disposition and her matching mini-skirt was little more than a belt, which again treated Tom to a view of her shapely legs. She had a cabin-bag-sized version of Tom"s suitcase and she grasped a cup carrier holding two cardboard beakers of carry-out coffee.
Tom"s enjoyment of the view was
