Her legs spread wider. Coffee never tasted this good. 04. Revenge is sweet. Heather dumped me at the Valentine Dance. She had planned it to be a real ...umiliation in public but everyone ignored her rehearsed scene. I walked to the bar, leaving her screaming abuse. There I met Jane. ‘Noisy, isn’t she?’ Jane said. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Shall we dance?’ We did. 05. Priorities. I was too busy to think about Valentine’s Day. A project had to be finished the day before. It was. ‘Did you remember that. Make another loop around the block.”Tom drove around the block and Steve looked in the fenced lot in the general direction of the figure that he recognized.“Nope. Not her.” Something was still making him uneasy about it.“Okay. Where to?”“The bar where you met Delilah that last night.”“Yeah. About that…”“Just fucking drive,” interrupted Steve.Chapter SevenThey were at Lamasco’s sitting near the tables Tom and she had sat a few weeks earlier, not doing anything but drinking when Steve noticed a. He closed the door of the stall behind him and in one motion, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, one hand in my hair and another on my lower back. His hand slid down and back up, under my shirt. My breath quickened as I felt the now-familiar sensation in my crotch, and I arched my back to let him take my shirt off. I reached down and pulled his shirt off too. I drew him close, wanting to feel the contact of our bare torsos, as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. My breasts. They were also the first hint I spotted that she had a disability. I had known her for almost six months but our ‘relationship’ had been limited to phone calls, e-mails and the occasional video chat/conference. It soon transpired that she had the sort of dry sense of humour that appealed to me. When I first saw her laugh on my monitor I began praying that she wasn’t in a relationship. I was always a ‘chicken’ when it came to asking the sort of questions that made it obvious that I liked.