Chapter 123

• A young blond painter comes through the bifold doors from outside. He is about twenty and quite good–looking. He is wearing a singlet and work shorts and he is tall, probably six foot two and very well–built. His eyes scan down my body and he looks shocked to see me. I look down at myself, oh shit, I’m in my swimmers with a towel wrapped around my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here. I thought they had left for the day.
• “Hello.” I smile.
• He smiles back. “Hello.” Oh he’s English…I do love an English accent.