“Good, I’ll stay here and come morning,” Stiffy grinned. XXX “Yes you and a plus one, you can take me!” Stiffy announced. Thank god I had missed the great war, things were just getting back to normal, except the horses had given way to motor cars, at least among the wealthier classes. I stopped by her. He just lay there insensible, fast asleep, snoring like a pig. It was Stiffy’s writing, she was plotting something. “I want you to tear them off me and throw me on the bed and ravish me!” she explained. “Bertie!” someone shouted, I looked round. “Bertie, is that the best you can do?” Stiffy asked as she got dressed. She meant my flying lessons. Monday dawned bright and slightly chilly. “Try me, do you want a
