Fuck! I thought about Becky and what it would mean going back to the bar, but I felt as if I was in a trance as I followed him to his house. It was only just across the street and we walked up the set of steps. He opened the door and walked in, and I wondered if we were alone. Was this his house? How could he afford it?

But those things didn’t matter, I decided as I slipped my boots from my feet and padded along behind him.

“Care for that drink, I promised?” he asked and led me into an empty living room. There was a drinks...