“I am inclined to agree, but what about Sandra’s shopping list?” he asked.
“It can wait until tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow is your naked day, our last day before I go home,” he said with a sad expression.
“Maybe that’s why you’re agitated,” she said, leaning in to nuzzle his ear.
“Most probably,” he agreed.
“Right, I have a plan; we shop this afternoon, then we go and resolve your agitation before we go to dinner and tomorrow we stay in bed all day.”
“I like your plan.” Suddenly, he looked relaxed and happy, more sure of himself.
****
They had got all the things on Sandra’s list when Tasha suddenly had a thought. “Before we go home there is one more place we should go.”
Jim shrugged and followed her to her car.
After a short drive she pulled up outside a sports stadium.
“Soccer?”
“No. Football. My country my labels.” She laughed.
She led him into the shop at West Ham and picked up the new home shirt. “I was thinking for Mike, and...” She picked up a smaller shirt. “I don’t have the new shirt, but I’d happily play number seven for you.” She grinned.
“You do realise Mike will love you a little bit more when he gets this,” he said and added, “but as my number seven I will be the only one that you love.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She approached the counter to pay and have the printing added.
The sales assistant looked up at her, looked away and then back. “Are you Tasha Winters?”
She smiled and nodded at him.
“Some of the first team have been signing merchandise today and a couple of them are still here. I could get them to sign some stuff for you,” he offered.
“If they could sign something for a friend of mine that would be great, thanks.”
He nodded and ran off out of sight.
“Another scalp of a love struck man to add to your collection, Miss Winters.”
She laughed and shook her head as the young man returned. “They’ll be out in a couple of minutes, so I’ll get your shirts printed up.”
Tasha nodded and offered her thanks as the sales assistant appeared to be about to speak several times before finally plucking up the courage to nervously ask, “Do you think I could take a picture of you because my friends will never believe you were here.”
“Yeah, course,” replied Tasha as he produced his phone.
He took a couple of shots of her and then she said to Jim, “Would you take one of us together?”
He nodded and took pictures as Tasha stood with Rhys, who nervously put an arm around her. Jim smiled. This poor guy was beside himself with joy and horniness looking at his face, but was obviously petrified of her, and rightfully so. She would eat him alive. He shifted uncomfortably as he thought of her eating him. Not only did she enjoy it she was absolutely brilliant at it, the best he’d ever known and he’d known a few.
Suddenly, a cry from behind them came roaring across the store, “Tash!”
A tall, broad, sandy haired man of about twenty-five appeared and hugged Tasha. He spun her around before he dropped her to the floor then kissed her on the cheek.
