I grabbed the handle of a second taxi and virtually fell in as the first cab pulled away.
“Follow that cab!” I shouted.
“What?” the driver turned to look at me, “Are you kidding?”
“No!” I grunted, “Follow that f*****g car!”
Ten minutes later, as the cars crawled through the busy streets, they pulled up outside a smart Italian Restaurant. Relieved that they hadn’t gone to the guy’s home, I gave the driver a £10 note and didn’t ask for change.
I followed the trio at a respectable distance; getting a table about 12 feet away. Close enough to watch but far enough away that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
The next hour was Hell for me. I could hardly eat my meal as I watched the three of them flirting and touching like rampant school kids. Sandra was also getting gloriously drunk a
