According to her she wanted a little excitement in her life but no one was prepared to offer her the chance to live a little. All of her now ex-husban...s had been boring, straight-laced and mundane without one iota of get up and go between them, to hear her talk even sex had become a chore."Remember when we used to do those stupid little dares. Hell they were more fun than I'm getting now," she continued her rant.We were sitting in the kitchen having a coffee before we went shopping. Helen had. "Don't be back late!" yelled her mum, as Bunny slammed the door behind her and made her way out of the estate, past the graffiti on the walls and discarded needles and rubbers in the gutter, towards the spot by the park where she and her gang would meet for their night out. And there they were, or at least some of them, hanging out by the park bench near the lamp post where they'd carved their gang's initials.There was Puss, with her shaved gash, fat-thighed Rosanne and skinny, hairy twatted. ' I wondered. Maybe I could do this, then talk to Bonnie tomorrow. The last thing I wanted was to be creeping around the building in the middle of the night like some stalking rapist.I pulled some shorts and a T-shirt on, turned off the light and headed out of the apartment being sure to leave the door unlocked. I climbed the back stairs to the third floor, and slipped into the hallway. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark and I seriously considered walking back to my apartment, picking. Being the smooth operator that he was, Daniel knew the email for what it was. He’d seen texts and had similar conversations before with other women. Women with one self-image for themselves and the public, and another, quiet one for guys like Daniel. They needed his attention and sometimes his body, but they also needed to believe he didn’t look down on them for their lust and neediness. Susan was Exhibit A for such a woman. What Daniel knew is that Susan had been wet from the thought of his.