Debbie was the first to move. She sat up on the bed and shook me gently. Opening my eyes I looked at her and could see a single tear in her right eye.
"What's wrong Debbie?" I asked reaching for her.
"This whole situation is getting to me." She replied. "And now I am going to do something that I never thought I would."
She reached across the bed and grabbed a handful of the papers that we had pushed to the side.
"All the years I have lived here." She said. "And now I am going to have to move because of my own daughter."
I looked through the papers, paying more attention this time, and saw that most of the houses she had circled were for properties abroad.
"How long have you been thinking about moving?" I asked.
"At first I was just looking." She told me. "But thanks to us, because of what has happened and how I feel I am definitely going ahead with it."
I put the leaflets down and reached for her face. She lifted her head slowly and looked into my eyes, a smile forming on her lips.
"But I won't move until those two bitches have got what they deserve."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked puzzled.
"Let's just say they won't be able to blackmail us after we are finished with them."
She pulled my face closer and placed a kiss gently on my lips.
"Then we shall go somewhere nobody knows us."
The tone in her voice when she was talking about Sadie and Sharon caused my mind to start working overtime. I hadn't got a clue what she could be planning but, by the way she had put it, I knew that I would be needed to do something.
"Tomorrow I need you to come in town with me." Debbie said. "You know what you are doing with computers and stuff more than I do."
"Do you want to let me in on your plans?" I asked.
"You will find out tomorrow."
Debbie got off the bed and threw a dressing gown around her naked body.
"Let's go downstairs and I will get us something to eat." She said. "And bring all those papers we have our futures to plan for."
Debbie turned and walked out of the room leaving me sitting on the bed, still naked, surrounded by all the documents. I gathered them all into a neat pile and got dressed, then headed after Debbie. Once downstairs I dropped the papers on the coffee table and went into the kitchen, to find Debbie busy preparing a salad.
"Get a beer out of the fridge and go and see if you can find us a nice place." She told me. "Preferably somewhere warm and a long way from here."
I took my beer and walked back into the front room, leaving Debbie busy in the kitchen, and sat down. Instead of picking any of the property leaflets up I switched the television on, and started to flick through the channels. The scene on the screen was just what Debbie and I were looking for. A golden sandy beach which seemed to stretch for miles, a deep blue ocean and beach houses stared back at me from the screen. We could lose ourselves among all the people that were milling about on the beach and, with how good Debbie looked, nobody would ever suspect we were more than just lovers.
It was ideal except for one thing. It was Miami and there was no way we would be able to afford to get over there and set up home. Maybe we would go one day, for a holiday, so I went to carry on flicking through the channels.
