Where we left it at the end of Chapter Eight..…Peter was coming to the end of his studies, in Eastbourne, and had been offered a job, for six months, in a bank on the Isle of Wight. He wanted us to get engaged, and for us to live together before getting married, in a year or so. More disapproval on the horizon from certain parental quarters, of that I was sure. It would mean another job change, but that was okay. I had ceased to find the adrenaline rush at the weekends exciting and quite looked forward to a change of pace. What I did not expect was for it to get faster.
Chapter Nine – Beware the Tartan Army
I realised that I had reached the end of the particular path I had taken through the woods when I was faced with the main road. I had a…
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