She was. I was now the top dog, and Roy had already lost the fight in his head. She looked shocked and scared, like a deer in headlights. She looked so mature. Alice conceded she might, although she wouldn’t promise. It turned out Miss Brady had never played either, so a reluctant Mr Davis had to coach her too! I wasn’t thinking. They seemed to all be Mills and Boon and Jane Austen. She was staring at my cock. She looked weighed down. The room was unchanged from our first kiss. They were looking around for somewhere to sit. She did these laps every so often. I moved closer. It was very repetitive but also very elegant and effortless and beautiful. I figured I had pushed our luck far enough for one day and, as soon as the game finally finished, I said to Alice that we’d better be off. What I really meant was that if this was as far as we got, I wasn’t going to abandon her. I brought the first round and got pints for dad and me and rum and cokes for the
