Esmeralda, her foot still in pain from her little interlude with torturers in "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", staggered to her foot, and shouted a round of drinks for everybody at the bar.

Only then did she wonder how come she'd being making a bit of the passionate and frantic in front of a whole pub full of full people. Putting it down as one of those little experiences you have when you are least expecting it (after all she was well into her eighties and she'd only just met the guy), she tightened her crocheted stole around her and headed into the night.

Esmeralda had only hopped the length of the street when she was astounded to see that...