Etta
A brief affair and a learning experience.
I was barely in my twenties, married already to a vivacious little woman, six months younger than me. Jane was really, quite small, both in stature and figure. Going in and out in all the right places. Also, she was very pretty, which was a bonus and, I guess, the thing that attracted her to me in the first place. Somehow, we had managed to qualify for a council home, a first-floor flat in a converted house. Looking back,...