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rang my agent as soon as I sat down because he said it was urgent. He told me the film company that made the movie on one of my books had picked out another novel that they were interested in, and wanted to talk. I told him, I would be back on Monday, and would that suit him. He said that would be fine and to come into his office a nine in the morning. Therefore, it wasn’t really that urgent after all, and my agent is waking up to me, in not returning his phone calls.
    Two minutes later, Jenny walked in, so I made a mental note to thank Jane for waking me up.
    While I was sitting at the bar, Jenny came over, kissed me on the cheek, and pulled up a barstool next to me.
    “I seem to remember a very similar situation to this, a long time ago,” I said and smiled at Jenny.
    It didn’t register with her immediately, and then I saw her face light up. “Yeah, the night we met, you and I sitting in a pub on a barstool. Boy was I in a foul mood that night.”
    “I wasn’t in a foul mood, but I wasn’t happy either.”
    “Yes I remember. I had walked out, and you had missed out,” she said and we both burst out laughing.
    “So, how have you been?” I asked.
    “Good,” Jenny answered. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
    “I haven’t really made any. I was just going to hang around until you finished work.”
    “Well, I’ve got the day off.”
    “That’s great.”
    “I told my boss there was a famous author in town with wads of money, and a very close friend of mine, and he was looking to buy a big property here, and I would like to show him around.”
    “I thought you said, at lunch that you hated liars.” I pointed out, smiling at her.
    “Well this was only a white lie, and even if it is a big one, it won’t hurt anyone.”
    “True.”
    “Well, if you have nothing better to do, how would you like to meet my parents?”
    “I’d love to, but do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked trying to look as concerned as I could.
    “What do you mean?” Jenny inquired, now looking concerned.
    “You know, boy meets girl , girl takes boy home to meet parents, parents like boy, parents start planning a wedding .”
    Jenny burst in to a fit of laughter. “You bloody idiot,” she spluttered. “You had me going there for a minute. They’ll love you, of course, but they know well and truly to stay out of my private life.”
    “No, that’d be great. I’d love to meet them.”
    We had a few more drinks and then went into the bistro, and ate. After that, we went into the lounge bar and sat at a table. We chatted on for quite a while, and I think we both lost track of time, catching up with what had happened since we had seen each other. Until Jenny put her hand to her mouth, and yawned. “I think it must be almost revision time,” she said, and smiled at me.
    I knew exactly what she meant, because the book she had referred to earlier that I had purchased was a book on sex, massage and exercise that two people could do together. I had bought this to improve my relationships with women. When Jenny had moved in with me, we had practised some of the exercises. On the other hand, maybe I should say most of the exercises.
    “Yes,” I agreed, “well and truly, and I made sure I brought the book with me this time.”
    “Good, we can study it when we get back to your motel room.”
    “I don’t think we’ll have time,” I said.
    “Oh, okay, as long as you know what to do. I might have forgotten.”
    “Yeah, right.”
     
    I was right when we made love—I definitely did not need the book.
    I was awoken next morning by a knock on the door, so I threw on a bathrobe, and answered it. It was breakfast.
    I went to Jenny, leant over her, and kissed her on the forehead to wake her. It worked. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back into bed.
     
    Sometime later, we had a very cold breakfast. I had told Jenny not to eat it, and we’d have something in town on our way to her parents.
    Jenny had