Chapter 573 The Neighbour's Son:(Mature/Taboo Fuck):>Ep13

• Forty-five years old and I still couldn't ride a fucking bicycle.
• The vintage cycle - borrowed from a PhD student - lay in the grass where I'd abandoned it after my fifth failed attempt. The dress had been a mistake. Far too fitted, kept riding up. Should've worn trousers or shorts but I'd put on the good stockings - nude holdups, the Wolford ones David liked - and wanted to show them off. Bit much for a cycling lesson in an empty field but whatever.
• David was at a conference in Edinburgh. Three days of medieval manuscripts and PowerPoints. Since Elliot, since Theo, we had this arrangement now. I did things, he wanted to hear about them. Sometimes he set them up, sometimes I just found them.