Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology)
“I try to view things as a tourist might; the imposing streets, the grand palaces, and the eclectic mix of people. Doing this always gives me a sense of ownership and pride even though I actually own nothing in the glorious, sprawling city.
I did live London for a time with a cute boyfriend (who I went on to marry). We were poor, working hard and playing hard, but we were happy. I remember one night we went to bed with the luxury of a borrowed gas heater and woke up covered in sticky floral wall...paper. It had literally slid from the walls overnight because of the extreme dampness in our little flat—which six months later was condemned and pulled down!
Having progressed from the meager student days and hauling ourselves onto the career ladder, a few years ago my husband took me to a charity dinner at The Grosvenor House Hotel. I knew very few people, and as he chatted with colleagues I was content to sink into a leather chair in the Champagne Bar and indulge one of my favourite pastimes—people watching.MoreLess
I did live London for a time with a cute boyfriend (who I went on to marry). We were poor, working hard and playing hard, but we were happy. I remember one night we went to bed with the luxury of a borrowed gas heater and woke up covered in sticky floral wall...paper. It had literally slid from the walls overnight because of the extreme dampness in our little flat—which six months later was condemned and pulled down!
Having progressed from the meager student days and hauling ourselves onto the career ladder, a few years ago my husband took me to a charity dinner at The Grosvenor House Hotel. I knew very few people, and as he chatted with colleagues I was content to sink into a leather chair in the Champagne Bar and indulge one of my favourite pastimes—people watching.MoreLess
Read book Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
7 / 10
8 / 10
User Reviews: