" Oh my!"John was in the bedroom throwing things into a small bag. He had a second bag ready for Liz, but hadn't dared start packing it. Liz just had ... towel round her head. She was proud of her breasts, large and shapely, though losing their long battle with gravity. Her waist and hips had never quite got back to their youthful shape after the birth of their son Myles twenty-two years ago. Somehow John was still as spare as he had been when they first met. She envied him. Still, his hair was. So, as she was locking her bike in front of the school, she was somewhat nervous. Nervous described the state of any pupil of the school that had more than ten demerits, and there were many of those. They were all gathered well before 9am in the school theater - a grand, purpose-built building which a former pupil who had made it big in Hollywood had built for the school. Now that Burton had taken funding away from drama, of course, it did not really have a function any more, other than as a. Part of me was relieved. Another part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off, and another part of me wanted to bend her over the table, and fuck her till she felt her soul leaving her body. "Not in the least, Zoe. It'll take more than your imaginary friend to make me jealous," I smirked as I lied to her. The feeling that was twisting my guts into double constrictor knots was jealousy. It felt foreign, new and old at the same time. The last time I remember being jealous had to have been in. Chris sat down with his head in his hands but Jane hadonly just started."I found this on the bedroom floor a couple of weeks ago and assumedyou'd bought me a surprise birthday present. The surprise I got on mybirthday last week, though, was no lingerie set so the question is whodid you buy them for or, to be more precise, who are you screwingbehind my back?"Chris was taken aback with the ferocity of Jane's attack."It's.... it's not like that," he stuttered.Jane was having none of it."It's not.