Chapter 18Friends and Lovers
Alex and Lisa arrived at Alex's house within a half hour of finishing work. Alex had not had a good shift. A groper had tried feeling her backside as she'd bent over the table to clear the plates and glasses away and it had taken all her self-control to refrain from slapping him hard across the face. Only the thought of losing her job for striking a client had held her temper in check. Now, unusually for her, she'd invited Lisa in for a drink, as she felt in need of company.
“Nice place,” said Lisa as she sat on the small sofa in Alex's lounge.
“Thanks,” said Alex. “It's not exactly as I'd like it, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose.”
“What d'you mean, Alex?”
“I bought it cheap,” she replied. “I knew the old woman who lived here and when she died and
