Walkies by the Thames

Walking aimlessly one afternoon along the South Bank by the flashy, space-ship-design new town hall, I noticed this woman dressed up in a sort of Betty Page style, except with her hair in a bun. She wasn't overtly wearing anything fetish but the look and cut said it just the same. She had tight shoes on with stiletto heels and a short cotton skirt with polka dots. The rest of it was tight, shiny and black, with some sort of bustier. She was full-figured, maybe in her late thirties. I found myself instantly fascinated.

The tall guy she was with was wearing quite a stylish suit but otherwise dressed in a low-key, unremarkable way. He was smooth-featured, handsome, with an air of professional composure and coolness - something about him stirred up a subtle mix of unease and excitement in me. He was strangely familiar, somehow. He was striding ahead of the woman barely looking at the usual gaggle of tourists and the Thames flowing turgidly by...

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