Working in the supermarket was not exactly my dream job. But it was better than being bored at home. And it helped bring in some extra income to supplement Dean’s wages as a builder. Most of the staff were OK and the store manager wasn’t a total dick. But it was Eric, the warehouseman, that I got on with best. In his forties, well-built and not bad looking, Eric was a good laugh and flirted with me outrageously. As time w...