Arthur stalked over to Judy and me with a sinister grin. His lanky figure towered above us as he stopped in front of the two of us. When I looked at Judy’s expression she looked more worried than interested when she said, “My mate.”

“Hello, my mate,” Arthur said and went to pull Judy into his arms. I felt sick to my stomach at the idea of such a nice girl being with a guy like Arthur. To my relief, Judy looked just as sick at the thought, not entirely looking comfortable in ...