Free to Trade by Michael Ridpath Page B

highly unlikely, wouldn't you? Why do you ask?'
    'I was just wondering why Bloomfield Weiss showed so much interest in the bonds just before the takeover announcement.'
    'You mean you think Joe might have known about it? I wouldn't be at all surprised.'
    I refilled both our glasses. 'What are you going to spend your Gypsum profits on?' she asked, mischievously.
    'You mean from the shares we bought? I don't know. I suppose I will just save them.'
    'What for? A rainy day?' said Debbie, nodding towards the driving rain outside.
    I smiled, feeling foolish. 'Well, what am I supposed to spend it on? My flat is perfectly adequate. De Jong give me a car. I don't seem to get time to take any holiday.'
    'What you need is a very expensive girlfriend,' said Debbie. 'Someone you can lavish your ill-gotten gains on.'
    'None of those about at the moment, I'm afraid.'
    'What, an eligible young financier like you? I don't believe it,' said Debbie in mock astonishment. 'Mind you, you are a bit rough around the edges, and that nose could do with improvement. And it is a while since you last had a haircut, isn't it? No, I can quite see your problem.'
    'Thank you for the encouragement. I don't know, I just don't seem to get the time.'
    'Too busy working?'
    'Too busy working, too busy running.'
    'Typical. So, what are you? The virgin toiler?'
    'It's not quite that bad,' I said smiling.
    'Oh yes? Tell me more,' said Debbie, leaning forward, all curiosity.
    'It's none of your business,' I said half-heartedly.
    'Of course it isn't,' said Debbie. 'Tell me.'
    She was leaning across the table, her bright eyes dancing over my face, begging me to talk. Despite some reluctance, I couldn't disappoint her.
    'Well, there was a girl at university called Jane,' I said. 'She was very nice. Very patient.'
    'Patient?'
    'Yes. I was almost always in training. I used to run at least forty miles a week, and that didn't include weights and sprint training. And then I was trying to get a good degree. There wasn't a lot of time for much else.'
    'And she put up with that?'
    'For a while. She was really very good about it. She would always watch me compete, and sometimes she would even watch me train.'
    'She must have been quite taken with you,' said Debbie.
    'I suppose she was. In the end she had had enough. It was either my running or her. You can guess which I chose.'
    'Poor her.'
    'Oh, I don't know. She was better off without me. Two months later she met Martin, one year later and they were married. She probably has two kids now and is very happy.'
    'And no one else since then?'
    'One or two. But none of them really lasted.' I sighed. Every relationship I had started had soon become a struggle between a girl and my running, and I had never been willing to compromise on my running. Sometimes I regretted it, but it was just part of the price I had had to pay to get to the Olympics. In the end I was always prepared to pay it.
    'Well, what's to stop you now?' Debbie asked.
    'Stop me what?'
    'You know, getting a girlfriend.'
    'Well, you can't just go out and get one, just like that,' I protested. 'I mean, it's not that easy. There's no time, what with work and everything.'
    Debbie laughed. 'Surely you could fit in some time between nine and nine-thirty on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That should be enough, shouldn't it?'
    I shrugged and grinned. 'Yes, you are right. I am just out of practice. I will rectify the problem immediately. By this time next week I will have three women ready for your inspection.'
    We polished off the bottle, split the bill, and got up to brave the wind and the rain outside. We walked along the covered gangway, bucking on the choppy water, and stood under the awning on the pavement. Neither of us had coats or umbrellas.
    We were standing staring in dismay at the cold wet night, when a man pushed past us. He stopped for a second in front of Debbie, thrust his hand up to her blouse and squeezed. 'Miss me, love?' he said and gave a short dry laugh. He turned