Not so squeaky clean

LOTS of people who meet Jean and me seem to be under the impression that we’ve been friends since we were girls, but this is not the case. I was in my seventies when I first met Jean. I’d felt rather

Erick had professed his love and even proposed, but was Alba’s holiday romance more of a faux -mance?

FREE! I’m free at last!” “Oh, Lionel, anyone would think you’d just been released from prison,” Jeanette, his wife, replied. “Well, I have. Since I decided to retire, working my notice has seemed like

Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess

J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...

He was a bodyguard to the stars, so why wasn’t I safe?