It was a bright red colour and matched her stunning dress. “What’s the story with her?”
“You mean Kayleigh.”
“Yes I do. Xxx He was certainly looking forward to more practise sessions. This is normal. It was a not a term he liked but he had heard other words too and mostly from boys at school. It was an optimistic thought that by choosing an older gentleman with a good education and respected profession that her date wouldn’t spend the night staring at her breasts. It was dinner with a professor from a local college whom she had met on a dating site. She finished up getting ready and said goodbye to Brian. No need for sorry. “Go away.” He commanded.
