Stupid idea really, but Cathy was bored and hoped some of her ex-colleagues would feel sorry for her and buy her a drink or two. After all they all...knew she had been dismissed unfairly. She lost count of how many drinks she had had. Emma Wilson has been really horrid to her, telling everyone she really had been taking money from the till for years and got away with it by sleeping with the previous boss - which was all lies! The resulting argument resulted in Cathy getting red wine poured. She was. Dressed to the hilt, on her back, laying sideways on the bed, looking over her head at me with her knees up and her skirt pulled up on her stocking clad thighs. Her arms reached up and I helped her slide toward me until her head was just over the edge of the bed. Her neck was stretched as it arched outward and as I looked down my thoughts were of how beautiful she was and how I hadn’t told her enough, hadn’t really shown my appreciation as I should have, how she deserved more than I. He was married to Fiona and he had the same fantasy about a threesome as I had, when I was still married. We hooked up a couple of weeks later, he was still trying to persuade Fiona that fucking another guy was a sensible move for them as a couple. He was definitely interested in just watching, we had exchanged enough e-mails to make me aware of what he wanted. What Fiona wanted out of the evening was a secret, probably even to him. The long and the short of it was that we met one Friday night. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit into. Be polite, do not show how tired useless talk makes you, and you’ll find a response close to acceptance. It was, if you must know, at a funeral that this feeling crept up on me. Of my girlfriends stepmother’s cousin. I don’t think even she cared, how could I be expected to? She was expected to be here, and I, not being rude to them, was for some reason believed to.