Yes, it is comming back to me now.
The car arived about 7.30 last night. I wasn't sure I was keen on an evening with Tony considering Joanna was back living with him again.

   She and I had made a lot of time together while he was in Poland, and enjoyed it I think, though our work had always been the cover as regards her staff. Her daughter was so busy with after school clubs and music practices that we sometimes managed entire days together without a hitch.

    It started when she turned up at my office one lunch time looking for Tony to sign some papers. He was away at a meeting and I asked her to join me for lunch. The Bell was near by and that day we had a quiet table in a corner to ourselves, no bother.
She was interested in my designs, she said.
Never missing a chance in those days I suggested she come  back to the flat and see some other ideas I had going. It was not the most origenal one-liner I'll admiit, but she came  and... For a woman of 40 she had the most incrediblly toned torso - very shapelly.

   The relationship developed quickly from there. My place on mondays, a flat in Hamersmith on wednesday afternoons, and as I have said, whilest Tony was on that deal in Poland we spent whole days at her place. Her Cleaning Woman used to leave us lunch, and after swimming and sunbathing nude, Joanna and I would eat beside the pool, with maybe a romp on the wet tiles for pudding.

   Then one friday Tony came back unexpectedly from signing.
I had just left, but he knew some one had been there. They had rowed and Joanna had stormed out and gone to stay with her sister in Godolming, of all places.
We didn't make contact again, she and I, for ages - low profile and all that. And we never did in a manor of speaking get back up to steam.

Then wednesday last Tony's P.A. phoned. There was a meal at Tony & Joanna's and I was invited. I accepted ofcourse. Well, one does but, come that thursday evening I knocked back an extra stiff G & T before the car arived at 7.30. Small talk would need to be very small if you catch my drift, untill I had worked out how the land lay.