"I'm beginning to think you're following me." Alfie couldn't quite believe it. Was it Amy? Right here at the shops near the Black Cat.
They'd met at a party not so long ago. She was a bit of a sour puss, but she'd warmed up that night. It was nice. She looked great and well, one thing had led to another, and they'd spent the night together.
Of course, she would remember. He could hear her giggling, already. It was quite stimulating to say the least, as he thought on it now. It had been a one off, but a shag he wasn't to forget. It was on the beach. Possibly one of his best moments of summer.
"Fancy meeting you here," Amy was a tease. "I had no idea you even knew this village existed."
"Same goes for you." He nodded. It felt so unusual. Perhaps it was a sign of things to come. "I'm hanging out with a mate. Nothing special." Why should he bring up the real reason why he was here? "And you?"
"My little sister." She sighed. "I have to visit her."
"Just how little is she?" Alfie wanted to know.
"A baby, actually, its like she's this Wendy in a home of lost boys." Amy told him.
"Lost boys?" Alfie winced.
"Its a bit of a sad situation for her. My father never believed she was his. Seems my boyfriend at the time was messing around with Mum. And need I explain it to you? He's a puff as well, and now he and his significant other have her, and to make ends meet they have another gay couple living with them. I'm so dreading it. But I promised I'd visit. Its the least I could do." She batted her lashes at him.
"I'm sure it isn't that horrifying." Alfie sighed. "Gay couples can and do make a wonderful parents, you know. But if you'd like for me to come along. I could do so."
"Would you?" Amy smiled.
"Yeah." Alfie smiled. "Its the least I could do."