"Me? No." Maxine shook her head and then sipped her coffee, "I don't fancy myself the marrying type. I suppose I wouldn't rule it out for the future, but I very much enjoy my freedom and just can't imagine committing myself to one person."
Maxine was a very finicky lover and had thrown over more than her fair share of lovers and had only felt really deeply for two. The first was a man named Paul Eddington while she was at university and he joined the airforce and she hadn't heard from him since. The second was a German-Jewish woman she'd met during her stationment in Munich, she'd helped her flee to Britain and had been unable to maintain contact with her.