All was well with his world whenever she was around.

Elegant, sexy, intelligent. She had it all. A funny little twirl she did with her fingers in her hair made Frank feel all fuzzy inside.

And her laugh was just, well, beautiful.

A lot of Franks time was spent desperately trying to pluck up the courage to ask her out.

And so it was. And so it continued.

Sure enough, years went by, pins went down and Frank found himself waking up beside her in his detached bungalow with a garden.

Marriage wasn’t a possibility because of the previous difficulties with the bitch as she was called in his house. But common-law was just fine for the two of them.