Sandra and I have always had a curiously sexual relationship. Not that any physical contact has ever taken place, but sex is never far off the agenda when we converse. My partner is her husband’s sister, so I guess that makes her my sister-in-law; indeed, I met Lesley at one of Sandra’s parties. This is vaguely irrelevant, although it does explain the relationship, e.g., outrageous flirting and general horsing around with somebody I see frequently, although no contact
One Sunday afternoon, I had returned home from playing golf, showered and as usual, was intending to spend the