"Who was that, another of your tarts ringing you up?" Beau's wife emerged from under the sheets, out of her alcohol induced semi coma, peering nastily at him through bloodshot eyes. He was still clutching the phone like it was a life-line, still heard That Voice, from the past, his long lost love he'd just been forced to deny. Sally! With her plump implants, varicose veins and gravel pit voice she haunted his dreams, dogged his miserable marriage, the little darling! If only.....