You’ve asked if I would have done what Mick’s date did in When the Rain Stopped.
I could understand if, after reading Toying and I’ve Been Addled Before, you think of me as a sexual adventuress.
One freezing, snowy Friday night 15 years ago I headed out to the airport to pick up Alan, who was still my husband and the object of my fantasies, and who had been gone on business for the last two weeks. I was insulated from the elements by thick leather boots, a heavy wool coat and a long wool scarf.