Before we had set off, Chrissie had put a small travel case in the trunk which she had packed herself. tube8 I knocked louder and Chrissie yelled, “Go away, come back in a bit,” but Clive said firmly to her, “Don’t be disrespectful to my friend. Do you want some of this? With all this going on, I hadn’t noticed that the guy from earlier had now sidled back beside Chrissie and me and had his hand back on her arse. He stopped her dead. Well, by eight that night we were driving to the club that I’d heard of ten years ago (and didn’t even know if it was still there). When do you fancy coming?”
“Next Saturday would be good,” Clive suggested. Not sure about Chrissie though,” I told him as I suddenly realised what it was that had Chrissie so transfixed.
