It was a warm spring morning as I left my house and walked through the run-down estate to drop off some clothes at my daughter’s place. Bianca and Dean had married in the previous summer. Having lived with Sean and me whilst they waited for a council house, they had moved in at the start of the year. Bianca, now in her early twenties, worked in a supermarket in town. Dean was a brickie, employed by a mate of his dad’s. Ar...

My son-in-law, Dean, and a couple of his mates, Jase and Connor, had started work on a house renovation. It was a little bit of a diversion from my normal route back from working at lunchtime in the local pub, but I had taken to passing by in the hope of attracting some attention; or, with luck, a lot of attention from the three lads. On the Friday afternoon, I headed home via the building site. Underneath my coat, I was...

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...