“Let me make sure I got this right. You want me to meet you on the edge of the farm, near the barn, at midnight, so you can take some naked photographs of me by moonlight. Is that right?”
After what seemed an age, where the three of us strained our ears in an attempt to hear the conversation taking place on the doorstep, Mr Roberts returned accompanied by two women police officers.
She answered my ring of the bell and was the kind of chick a man would not grow tired looking at. Curves in all the right places. Auburn hair framing high cheek bones and lips made for love. Not to mention those eyes. Emeralds.