Saint Mary Magdalene's Day Is Over
Martin returns to his home town and 'bump's into his old crush“Cute”, how I hate that word! She always used it even though there were only fifteen months between us. Far better than my sister’s ‘squirt’. **** The evening when I had headed for the bathroom for a call of nature (which meant passing my sister’s bedroom) and Liz had stepped out headed in the same direction, without a top had almost caused me to explode there and then. She had been wearing jeans, tight jeans which hugged...
