The Real Story Of “O”
Chapter One-Puss
Not All Cats Lick Cream
George looked at himself in the mirror. He brushed his white hair back, tidied his moustache, and slid a clean hanky in his pocket.
His phone pinged.
“Fancy a dram first?”
He stared at it. “Fancy a dram” was code for many things, “walking rather than driving” being one and “staying over” being the other.
He looked down at his trousers and peered underneath at his underpants. Better change . . . He sniffed. And perhaps . . . a bit of Hugo Boss?
He rustled through his drawer searching for “something different.” George had a drawer full of “something different” which, when he swore he’d never see Beatrice again, he had planned to dispose of, either in a fire or a distant second-hand shop where no one knew him.
He st
