Chapter 9
Christian Street Whitechapel.
7:30 pm. Wednesday 1st June 2011.
During one stay in London, while trying to relax and wanting a beer, Dave had taken a walk to the local watering hole known as the 'Greyhound' pub. It was a quiet mid-week evening with just few of the loyal drinkers at the bar. One of those nights when it seems hard to strike up a conversation with somebody.
Dave was sitting at the bar, and was surprised when a woman came up to the bar for a drink. Dave's arm bumped her by accident while she was trying to pick up her drink. Although Dave had always believed that it was a genuine bump. Anyway, his apology led to a few polite words being swapped between them that lasted a few minutes.
Upon Dave telling her his name, she introduced herself as Susan, who lived locally. After a short time, Dave had established that she was alone, and so he asked if he could join her at the table she was about to head for. To which she was only too please, needing the company.
It turned out that Susan was also living on Christian Street the same street as Dave. Only in the opposite direction, about ten-minute walk from the pub.
Because of his work, Dave had not enjoyed the luxury of female company for some time, and had started to realise just how much he missed it. It was not for sex, more like a female’s company and point of view during conversations. Although being honest with himself, it was in the back of his mind.
In all they spent just over an hour together, and both enjoyed each other’s company. However, Susan had to leave as she had something to catch up on, before returning to work the following day. Not wanting to just walk away, and being a little old fashion in his ways, he insisted on waking her home. Which he did, and along the way he arranged to meet her at the weekend, adding that if his work did not interfere.
Once they arrived at Susan's house she made it plain that he was not going to gain entry. Although she willingly gave him her mobile phone number. While Dave was smart enough to evade passing his number onto her. He did not even get a kiss, but she had wet his appetite to see her again. As he walked away it left him wondering if he should have given her his number, as he really did want to see her again.
After many meetings at the 'Greyhound' Dave would always walk Susan home, and was usually asked in for a supposed cup of Coffee, that usually ended up with them in bed. As an in-joke between them, sex had become known as a cup of coffee.
However, at no time did Dave invite Susan into his apartment, just in case. As it was used by other MI5 operatives in the area, needing a place to lay their head. Never knowing what she might find laying around.
During one date, Susan had asked why he did not take her to his home. One thing Dave did believe in was that of not telling lies. Rather than lie he would change the subject completely, or find some other excuse. On this occasion, he explained to her that he was sharing the accommodation with a couple of fellow workers. Which in a way was true, adding that the place needed cleaning up, and it did?
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