Mid-life virgin Stories

The door to Violet's flat was ajar. I knocked and pushed my head around the edge. "Hi. Would you like a curry tonight?" She appeared from her sitting room. "Yes, please. I'd love one." So, I left and walked towards the shops, swinging my canvas shopping bag. I needed to pop into the post office and buy two or three items from the local Co-op: a half hour, max. My route to the post office took me past the other shops and a...