With the boys at Billy’s house, Mark and I spent the next few hours cleaning. Then Mark pottered around the garden, doing whatever it is people do in gardens. After that we both took a bath in preparation for going out to the George.
Once bathed, I went into the bedroom to see what clothes I could put on. I cared little about what I wore, but I wanted to look nice for Mark’s sake. He was wearing a pair of tight, cream-coloured trousers with a midnight blue shirt and a white T-shirt underneath. He looked gorgeous in anything, or even nothing at all, but he looked especially wonderful in those clothes.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I said after giving Mark a long, slow up and down.
“About what?”
“I want to rip off your sexy clothes and make mad passionate love to you for the rest of the day.
