It was the Monday after her daughter Cindy's wedding, and forty-nine-year-old Debbie Burnside was feeling down, or rather, she was feeling guilty. The guilt was because, on the evening of the wedding reception, she had, for the first time in almost thirty...
Debbie Burnside, aged forty-nine, was tipsy but not drunk. It was, after all, her daughter's wedding, and Debbie was enjoying herself. Her husband Steve was drunk, but the speeches had been done, so it did not matter too much. Debbie was on the dance floo...
Louise Carver was aged forty-nine, was married to Philip, and had been for many years. They were parents and now grandparents. Like probably the vast majority of marriages, sometimes their relationship was great, sometimes it was good and sometimes it was...
