Allan’s been gone two months now. A drunk driver. Fat feckless and over fifty. A life needlessly snuffed out. It happens, far too often. We’re killing each other in droves far more efficiently than some vague shadowy organisation that our government scares us with. The car is a most lethal weapon of mass destruction and nothing is being done about this carnage. Sorry, I’m just so angry. He was only 42. I was shocked when...

For a number of years, my husband Paul has regularly shared me with Allan, his best friend who also happens to be my cousin. This arrangement has been going on for so long now that it just seems the most natural thing in the world to us. I lost my virginity to Paul on our second meeting. Allan was also there to witness my de-flowering. The three of us had indulged in some heavy petting and, when I started to give Paul ‘o’...

It was just before my 17th birthday when I met Paul (my future husband) while he was out walking with my cousin Alan in our local park. They were both 5 years older than me. I was physically well developed and quite aware the effect my body had on the opposite sex. I must admit I was secretly thrilled (and still am) when men and boys ogled me and would (and still do) flaunt myself to them quite shamelessly. The evening I...