It was your grandfather’s favourite.” She says, handing me a wristwatch. Miss Atwall is still stood on the stage but is no longer moving. I move behind her and tentatively touch one of her slender shoulders. –
The water crashes down on George’s head. Once I was happy, I moved back a way and glance down at my watch. I approach her from behind and place my hands on her waist as I kiss her neck. I give myself one last look over before heading downstairs. The skirt of the dress reaches the floor and a slit up the left side allows me to get occasional glimpses of her slender legs. The water falls, slowing to a stop as it gets further and further away from the jug. It takes me a few minutes to get her back into her original position as I couldn’t quite remember exactly how she was stood.
