Stense
I first met Stense when she pulled Fitz and me a pint of lovely warm beer at the Red Lion pub. It was love at first sight—or, let's be honest, it was lust at first sound: Stense has just about the sexiest voice you could ever hope to hear; it's as mellow as the beer she served (which is saying something).
Stense and I are really good friends now, so I won't embarrass either of us by describing just how infatuated I was at the time. If you really want to know, .
Eventually, Stense left the Red Lion to go on a trip to Nepal and thence to university. We have been writing to each other ever since (after all this time, she still insists the best thing I ever wrote is The Aftermath—in October 1990, which is pretty depressing). Stense and I try to meet a couple of times a year at the very least.
Stense has been known to work in television. She sometimes has nightmares about it.