‘You look dead beat. Why don’t you stay the night?’

‘I shouldn’t really’.

‘Why not? You’re over 21 and there’s nobody waiting for you at home’.

‘No, I ought to go’.

‘Come on Joan. Stay. You know you want to. We could have a repeat performance…’

Linda Welch giggled and stroked Joan Wilberforce’s forearm. The barmaid stopped her work for a moment, put the empty beer glasses down on the bar and turned to her boss.

‘You know I want to. But should we?’

‘Why not? It’s perfectly legal. And we have feelings for each other. Why bloody not?’

‘Well, the police, that’s why bloody not!’

‘How do you mean. We were just &ld...

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