CHAPTER 21
I am stuck in a delicious dream. Far, far away from Wolverhampton, I’m soaking up the sun on a Greek island. I’m wearing a miniscule bikini (I’ve miraculously shed two stone and am lean and ultra-toned – go me huh?). My skin is golden brown and glistening from the sun oil I’ve liberally applied. As I rise to my feet I draw appreciative glances. The sea is directly in front of me, it’s calm and laps gently at the shore. I walk gracefully towards it and am just preparing to dive into its limpid coolness, when out of the water a figure emerges: Joel Love, looking delicious in a pair of red swimming shorts. His firm chest is covered with dark hair that curls down over a six pack stomach. He runs towards me, swings me into his arms and takes me into the sea. I cling to his
