“And a Crown and Diet Coke,” I add.“Nice!” Lucky giggles. “A girl after my own heart! Are you Irish too?” she asks with a big smile.“So...e,” I tell her. “Daddy says my temper is Irish for sure,” I giggle.“So, Daddy says you and I should meet and, um, get acquainted,” I say to Lucky. “So far, I like what I see,” I smile. “I watched you walk in and I have to tell you, you made my tongue a little hard,” I giggle.“Yeah, me too, I told him I wanted both of you,” she answers. “I thought you were. Liam, the lad who I’d been in love with since school, Liam who I’d thought about non-stop every day and night, Liam…he knew how I felt about him. Oh fuck. Right, fuck it. There was nothing I could do about it. He knew how I felt and I can’t help the way I feel. I was in love with him and that was that. Really, I should just walk back in the pub, sit down and say to him, “It’s true. I’m in love with you.” But I couldn’t. No way couldn’t. No way could I do that. There was no way I could ever look. ’ Brad thrust in and retreated, and Wendy again whimpered ‘Fuck me.’ Another deep thrust, another slow retreat. Another softly-moaned, only slightly-louder, ‘Fuck me.’ Slow downward thrust, throb, pulse, rapid upward retreat. A louder moan, ‘Mmmm! Yeah, baby! FUCK me!’ Thrust again, pause, push that extra bit even deeper, pause again, then another slow retreat, followed by Wendy’s loud scream to ‘GIVE it to me!’ Thrust inward again, slightly faster this time, then swift upward retreat. A louder. In any case, the travel time had been reduced to rather less than an hour since the new railway line from his Docklands office has been opened. He could work late, which for form's sake was increasingly often since he'd been promoted to management, and still arrive at Diane's one bedroom flat before dark.Diane provided probably the best fun Alex had ever had with an internet date. She was amusing. She was good conversation. She was sexy. And she was wonderfully passionate between the sheets.But.