Chapter One – A chance meeting
“Yes, I write stories, only as a hobby though”, Sandy felt at ease talking to the guy that sat beside her on the train, even though they had just met. Commuter time was the usual hell but she had managed to get a seat this time. No man would ever give up their seat for a girl, not these days and not on her usual train anyway.
“Oh OK, you mean the novels for old ladies, all that romantic rubbish”, he grinned at her and she was aware that he was trying to get her to react.
“God no, I never publish, the stories are too short and um, rather naughty.” She studied his handsome face for reaction, maybe she could wind him up. There was just that permanent grin, that made him look like a naughty school boy.
“Naughty, hmmm.” The guy paused a second or two stroking his chin thoughtfully. “If I were you how would I define 'naughty' in relation to your 'stories'?”
