“Thank you,” I said, “I'll be there in half-an-hour to collect it... Okay! Yes, I see... the keys will be in the locked cabinet... Yes, I've still got the code from last time.” I put the phone down, pleased that the dealer had serviced my car but a little annoyed that it had taken so long. It was now 8 PM, and, being an autumnal evening, it was dark already. The garage was located in the town's red-light district, so not...

Well... as I explained last time, Sue, my ex-wife, gave up the game and moved in with me. We established some rules for living together, and we enjoyed some riotous sex, much as we'd done when we'd been married. And then, history repeating itself, we started arguing and, as suddenly as it had all begun, so it ended. One evening, we had a blazing row, and she stormed out, intending to return to live with her husband, Kevin...

It had been several weeks since I'd last heard from my ex-wife, Sue, but I was sure she had not given up her life of prostitution. Consequently, I thought it likely she would again contact me at some point to inveigle me into allowing her to use my house to entertain a client. The call came on a Friday evening. “Hello, knobhead!” she quipped. It might not be a term of affection, but I knew she meant nothing by that insult...

Several weeks passed without me hearing from my ex-wife, Sue. As far as I was aware, she was still on the game and sharing a small caravan with her new husband, Kevin, whom Sue had once told me was addicted to gambling and alcohol. It was not a happy life she was living but, on the other hand, I knew from experience that she was not an easy woman to live with—she was bloody marvellous between the sheets, but her explosive...