Chivas Regal, no ice, just a centimetre of softened water.
She walked as if she were wearing expensive lingerie; I imagined the whisper of lace and silk on tanned skin, secret and exotic sexiness. I knew I was wrong to do so, after all she was about to become my mother in law. I should be thinking of the once popular seaside postcards, and the put down jokes which emerged from the lips of the old comedians. I studied Peter, her second husband, and wondered if he ever had such thoughts. Probably not I decided, all he seemed to care about was making money. Although he did drive a Ferrari.
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