“I thought we were in love; you wanted another notch on your belt. I left my husband for you; you dumped me as soon as you found out. It’s hardly ...n encouraging start to a relationship.”My firm, hard words were as much to convince myself as they were to convince him.“I know and I was wrong,” he replied. “You meant a lot more to me than I realised. You still do.”“Yes. And the moment you’ve got back into my knickers I’ll be dumped again.”“It’s not like that,” he insisted.“Huh!” I snorted. “I. She turned around and started, "See the jeans do not fit...", but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis. "Can I help you?" she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful words hung in the room. I'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, "No, I'm just looking," with a casual raise to my eyebrow, and devilish look in my eye. She stepped forward. I reached for her. And it was all over. She was in my arms in an instant.. Here was one more. Sìneadh’s eyes scurried over the map. A dozen galleries were dotted across the city. And as for parks – a score of green blotches, everywhere. Sìneadh looked up. How would she find the right one?There was a moment of panic before she began to draw her thumb in lines across the map, from the river to parks to gallery, from parks to river, working it out. Hope returned: only a few galleries were close enough to a park to be seen from it. Only two were on opposite banks of the. ." "Don't worry, it's nothing I can't afford." She picked up her pager and crinkled her nose. She pressed one of the buttons and in moments the buzzer to her office door went off. She then pressed another button and I turned and watched the door slowly open. My jaw dropped again. This was proving to be a stunning day. There stood Annie Wilkinson from work! She was wearing the sheerest off white silk shift a hot-blooded male could imagine. Her turgid nipples showed clearly through the material.