” “What’s that?” “Was the whole thing tonight a set-up?” “What makes you think that?” “The suspender belts. Never seen you wear one ...o a concert before. And both of you. It looked like some kind of arrangement.” “Would it matter if it was?” Trevor thought for a while before he said, “I think I might rather like the idea.” At that moment we came to a traffic light at red. I took the chance to slide my hand between his legs. He was hard. I said, “I don’t want to wait till we get home. Take a left. Legal clerks, shipping clerks. Clerks for the railways, clerks for thecanals, council clerks. That was the male line, of course, because untilthe last couple of generations, the women stayed at home and bred (anddid the odd bit of illicit shagging as well as the legal stuff) or maybespent periods as maids or governesses before resigning themselves totheir own domesticity.Bronwen also used her skills to track done not just Births, Marriages andDeaths, but also letters, diaries, wills and so on.. ”“Whatever you say, Miss Croft.”I roll my eyes with a grin. Never heard that one before. He gives me another peck and does one last hard thrust. A thrust so hard my body curls over him and my nails dig into him so hard he almost starts to bleed. Pulling out, he starts buttoning his pants and turns to walk away leaving me wanting more…again. Halfway to a door he stops and turns, realizing I’m not following.“Come,” he commands.“I was trying to,” I explain.Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes and. Chloe! Divorced, no kids, my best friend; a gorgeous 32 year old who had no reason to hold back and was the complete symbol of my guilt as the strobe lights flashed across her tight yellow, mid-thigh dress. Chloe, my husband’s sister!**“Allie… Allie?”I struggled to open my eyes, for a few moments I was lost; even alien within my body, sharp lines of sensitivity etched on my shoulder blades and a deep, pervasive heat within my belly. A voice called me from the distance, insistent and caring all.