Twelve
The fog cast its ghostly shadows along the lanes of Swindon Village, keeping the promise that the winter of 1979-80 was going to be exceptionally cold. Destiny had become a highly popular massage therapist at the spa, her days and evenings filled with appointments made by both locals and tourists. Visiting her favorite pub to catch up with random friends whose names were usually drown in a draught beer, became the only social time she allowed herself. She kept her promise to herself not to get involved with another man, even when she was approached by a chap now and then from the spa or pub. One older gent she regularly provided bodywork for invited her to be his personal massage therapist and travel with him on his yacht! After that invitation, she knew she could survive without t
