Having arrived at Vera’s home, the taxi parked up. Vera straightened up her outfit and Franky sucked on her fingers before opening the car door.

With no further discussion of Franky’s homeward journey, they made their way through the entrance, up the stairs and into Vera’s apartment. Franky was keen to carry on where they’d left off but the pause had given Vera time to think.

‘You know this is wrong don’t you Doyle’

‘Aww jeez Vera lay off, doncha like me all of a sudden? You were real nice to me in the car’.

‘Even if that were the case, and I’m not saying it is, it’s not right. You are an ex-prisoner.  I would be abusing my position if we continued with this.  We aren’t equals here. I automatically have power over you.

‘It never bothered you before’

’What does that mean, what are you talking about?’

That time in solitary, you moved Doreen and I got put in the pound for cracking it, and then you made a move on me. Had me all tied up. You thought  I couldn’t see you sweetie but I could. That night has kept me going for years.

Vera paled, realising that there was no use in denying it. It was a long time ago but she had also always remembered that night in solitary.

‘There is a way to balance the relationship’ she said

‘Okay, whatever it is I’ll do it’

‘You’ll have to wear something special for me’.

Franky eyed her suspiciously. She hadn’t bargained on Vera being kinky but she was willing to give it a go.

‘What is it? I’m not wearing a dress or lingerie, that would be weird’.

‘I understand. It’s something I have in my wardrobe. It should fit you’

Vera disappeared into her small bedroom and Franky took a look at the place. It seemed quite nice. Not what the women inside would have imagined for the lonely spinster. But she was not a lonely spinster and only Franky knew this.

Vera returned with a grey trouser suit under a plastic cover. Franky recognised the buttons and epaulets straight away and a shiver of recognition crept over her.