Joe and Julie were sitting in the hotel room they had booked to spice up their rather tired marriage. Before returning for their dinner they agreed to get dressed and take a slow walk along the promenade despite the drizzle that was falling.
Outside the hotel was a long flight of steps which led down to the seafront.
Julie asked him what he was wearing in the evening, and with a wink said that she would be trying her new high heels and stockings. “My brown hand-stitched brogues with the leather soles,” he replied. Meanwhile he opened their suitcase and started unpacking. He thought about the wet steps, her high heeled shoes and the chances of an accident. He smiled.
Julie, went into the shower, thinking about the steps, his shiny soled brogues, and how easy it would be for him to have a nasty accident. She smiled.
When the pen takes control. 