The day before our departure for Scotland Anna told me that the owner of the pub where we used to hang out, and she still did, had invited us for a free meal and a drink to say goodbye, and to thank us for our custom! A free meal at this stage was very welcome, and Anna was doing the get ready thing, faffing with her hair, her nails and her make-up until I wanted to scream, but just before seven we arrived at the pub, Anna of course dressed to kill, me looking quite nice, but a little drab against the splendour of her leather pants and sexy shiny black top, showing a lot of clevage, while myself, not blessed with such clevage, was  modestly buttoned up!
The owner himself brought us a red wine each, a large one, and said we could order whatever we wanted! The food was very good, and we had the full monty, sticky toffee pud with ice cream included, and I felt a wee bitty nauseous afterwards, my tummy not quite up to so much food, as the starter, I took fried brie in a filo blanket, was quite filling.
One of the men that Anna got to know, came over and asked if he could join us and buy us a drink, and immediately Anna perked up, almost like she had turned a knob that lit up her face. I have long ago came to accept the fact that Anna just was not able to function without a male to make up to, so I agreed for this man to join us.
He was actually very nice, and we fell into a serious conversation about South Africa, him very interested in everything happening there, and as he knew a lot about Scotland, I was much impressed, and asked him a lot of questions. Anna got heartily bored, and tried without succes to send  the conversation into a sexual discussion, but this man just smiled at her before resuming his converse with me. Later Anna was almost on his lap, and as the evening wore on, she became more and more unhappy, her voice became lower and sexier, telling the guy what a prizzy old thing I was, and that she called me the old Mother Superior behind my back.
The red wine that was sent from all over the pub had its effect on me, making me quite flirtatious and laughing a lot, but poor Anna got drunker and drunker, and more morose by the minute. I felt sorry for her, as it seemed that she had put her heart on this man, and although quite a few of the others came over for a talk and to wish us a happy stay in Scotland, not one of them kept her interest for long, as her attention was on me and her preferred male!
When at last it was time to go, as the pub was closing, the erring bloke walked out with us, and Anna, now very drunk, threw all her scruples to the wind, and told him that if he took her home, he would have a night he would never forget! I was horrified, although I was also quite drunk and feeling reckless, but the guy, who had so far not made any sexual overtures to me, said, looking at Anna: "I don't want you! Its the Mother Superior I want to shag!" I was shocked into hyperventilating quite badly, as I never had any reason to think that he had such thoughts, but he winked at me and smiled, and I knew that he was only trying to get rid of Anna!
Anna was furious, and throwing me a look loaded with hatred, she turned on her heels, and sobbing noisily, she walked down the road, me, after saying a hasty goodbye to my friend, following closely behind, watching her high heeled boots clop-clopping on the cobbles! Back at the guest house I was left to deal with the owner, and I handed her the money which I had kept untill now, and this old witch just counted out what we would have made with her arrangement of the rooms, keeping all the extra money we made! I was furious, and slammed the door behind me so viciously that the whole house shook, but poor Anna was in a state of shock because I don't think she could believe that any man would prefer me instead of her sexy self, and would not listen when I told her!