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have done it earlier,” Cathy added both times.
    “It’s not just for you,” Mrs. Hayes would lecture me. “Our grandchildren need to be taught manners too, and it’s never too early to start so that it becomes second nature to them.” Her grandchildren, not my children note.
    If Mrs. Hayes was in a particularly devilish mood, she would serve us spaghetti (‘little strings’, did you know that?). Well, these weren’t - they were bloody gigantic. By the time you had wrapped them around your fork, they wouldn’t fit into your mouth, so I would always end up slurping to her distinct disapproval whereupon she taught the children how to do it properly, and above all silently, so that the lesson could be learnt by their father too.
    Dessert was usually fairly safe so long as you used a fork to eat it not a spoon (I got there on my second visit), and then it was straight to doing the dishes with me drying up nothing like fast enough.
    The other problem, of course, was the behaviour of the children. They were expected to be impeccably restrained, meaning that they should only have spoken to say “Please, Grandma” and “Thank you, Grandma”. Needless to say, the tension was so great that they would invariably start hitting each other at the table with the sucker-punch follow-up that I should bring them under control as I clearly hadn’t a clue how to make children behave in the first place. Josh and Sam must hate going there, so that at least is a small victory for me.
    Cathy would always be ominously silent on the way home, telling the children to sit up straight in the bus as if her mother was still with us.
     
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    I actually spend too much time fantasising how much Josh and Sam must miss me and must suffer from my absence. They are my kids and I adore them, so I shouldn’t be wishing unhappiness on them, but I do hope that they have a better time with us than they do with Cathy or with Cathy and Harry. They almost certainly do, otherwise Cathy wouldn’t be going to so much trouble to try to drive Jade off the scene when they are over at our place. They probably go back home and say “Jade this” and “Jade that” until Cathy is spitting mad. I hope so. I need all the little victories I can get.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Jade is definitely planning on my next heart attack. She is wearing bright red panties and bare everything else, tanned and street waif. Those naked palm-sized breasts alone are worth the entrance fee all over again.
    I may have remnants of love for Cathy, but Jade is raw sex.
    “Blimey, Jade, how old do you think I am? I can still get it up you know without artificial stimulants.”
    “This is for me, not you, Daddy-O.”
    I fear that she means it.
    Anyway, she is there to look at but not to touch. She is not letting me anywhere near her. Instead, she has slid her fingers over her lips and has started caressing them, and I am not talking about the ones around her mouth.
    I discover that I am gasping for air.
    And now she has turned around and is bending over, teasing me the other way.
    I clutch my chest but it is the rest of me which is bursting its banks.
    She turns around again and slinks her whole body from shoulders to toes, sliding her hands all over herself.
    I’m not going to hold out.
    She gives me a Betty Boop pout and a bum waggle. I can feel myself inside her already.
    I tear my clothes off as fast as I can, stumbling around the floor as my trouser bottoms get caught up in my libido.
    I launch myself at her and this time she is all mine. She does everything I have ever desired for me to do. An hour later, there is nothing left on the menu that I haven’t tasted.
    “Do you love me?” she asks me earnestly.
    It’s a leading question I am inclined to answer as a “Yes” but my sense of integrity retains its reservations.
    “You are wonderful.”
    She looks away with a sliver of disappointment.
    “Yeah, darling, I love you,” I chuck in after her emotional