At the end of 1981, my first marriage fell apart. The following year I took a job up in Gisborne to escape all the Shit and bad memories in Christchurch. I went a bit mental, chasing everything in a skirt, and without realizing it, I became quite the topic of conversation around the town. I had never lived in a small town before and was amazed at how people seemed to know what I was up to even before I had finished doing...

Tuesday, Rachael phoned and asked me around for dinner. When I arrived, she was home alone, Lynette being on the night shift. I was relieved and pleased to have Rachael to myself. We sat and talked about the three of us, and I soon realised that Rachael was now a great deal more serious and wanted a permanent relationship. She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she mentioned...

I climbed back into bed, thinking I would get another hour’s shut-eye before I drove home. But I was wide awake, so after a couple of minutes, I climbed out of bed, pulled on my boxer shorts, and went to the kitchen to make a cuppa. Rachael’s door was closed, but I was sure I had heard her and, thinking she couldn’t have slept through all that anyway, decided to make her a cup and a couple of bits of toast. Ten minutes la...

Rachael and I sat and talked, waiting for Lynette to arrive. It was 3:30 pm, and there was no sign of her. I asked Rachael about her clothing choices and if she was not interested in fashion. Rachael’s answer astounded me. She explained that her mother had drummed it into her and her sister that men only wanted one thing, which wasn’t very nice. Her mother further stressed that dressing up with suggestive clothes and make...