She stopped moving, frozen. Porn Her hair was so shiny. I felt like this was the worst possible ride home, like I was throwing everything away. Picture it. I couldn’t see much. But there can’t have been another semi in London with a garden as gorgeous as this! Picture it. At 3pm I went into Woolies and Sally saw me, waved, brushed past the other till girl and disappeared through a door. I followed. I didn’t sleep so well. I didn’t really mind. We kissed again, longingly, passionately. “Eh nice meeting you, eh,…” she said, still embarrassed. I was gripped with a sudden fear that she had caught me staring. Did Sally like me? She wasn’t expecting a customer to say that. And then she was gone. Did Sally like me? I didn’t know what to do. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden. Then I had to leg it off to my mum’s works which fortunately wasn’t too far from this Woolies and beg off her the car. “So are you always going to be so quiet and mysterious?” she laughed again.
