And, anyway, I don’t buy into that three date bullshit or whatever it is that girls and guys set themselves. My friend Cassandra is a big fan of tha... rule and, trust me, she has many more and longer sexual droughts than I do.‘I haven’t had a fuck in three months,’ she moaned during our weekly lunch date in our favourite Italian restaurant. ‘I feel like my pussy is closing up.’I wanted to say it was because she was so hell bent on keeping to the three date restriction but I was too busy eating. That does seem to encourage a compliant response, more so than the paddle, I think.”A waitress came to enquire if they wanted to order. “Cappuccino?” Allison asked her friend. Cerys nodded. “And a flat white for me, thanks.” The waitress scribbled a note on her pad and left them.Cerys watched her go before starting the conversation up again. “So how did Lionel react to being there? I’d have thought he’d find being at something like that quite difficult.”“Yes, you’re right, he does get. “Don’t do that.” Jason’s hand paused on his passenger’s thigh, just belowthe hem of her white skirt. “Why not?” he asked, his North Atlantic drawl acquiringa slightly strangled hint of frustration. “Because it’s rude,” Jenny told him, frimly removing hishand. “Oh, God,” Jason groaned, sitting back and rubbing hisforehead. “What’s the matter?” his date asked. He stared at her inamazement, trying to see if. ‘This bastard killed my dad…..he’s got my cousin……we’re going to kill the fucker…..’ Patrick stepped forward into the middle of the room, guns still pointing at him, his heart beating heavy in his chest, sweat starting to drip down his back, ‘Sorry to hear that John…..but Snake is mine……don’t get blood on your hands lad……its not worth it……believe me…..’ Just then the door behind them opened and in walked Tony, the redheaded girl wrapped up in a thin blanket in his arms. There was a murmur that.