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Even the lightest breeze of His breath Upon her neck She would swoon And melt like ice-cream on the floor.

Kate discovers she can't make a men have sex if he doesn't want to. Then she realises, she actually really likes Mr Medium Brown. But in the end something happens which stops the plan in its tracks.

Message from a veteran insomniac ;) I move from mountain range to foetal - twisting turning. Turning in the grooves of this grave - arms as wings, waving, waving.

Mrs. Jackson’s jealous; it’s put her out of fettle. She looks just like a Bulldog that’s licked piss off a nettle!

The past can make your future. You might say ‘No. I won’t replay the sins of the past.’ But when the past expects it of you, and you can’t find another option?

The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return - Berkamhead 1996

The 4.30pm London to Berkamhead, Return.... Berkamhead 1996