My lightly curly blonde hair fell down over my shoulders and rested against the creamy skin of my tummy. I stepped out of the changing cubicle and saw...Craig waiting for me. He stood their shocked for a minute, with his eyes wide open. I twirled for him, teasing him, and asked, ‘What do you think?’ He was wordless for a few more seconds, before half speaking half moaning out, ‘You look beautiful.’ I smiled at him and walked over to kiss him gently. He met me halfway, his lips caressing mine. I had a text from an unknown number.“Do you want to play tennis at 3?” the message read. It didn't take much to realize who the message was from. I had forgotten that Marianne had once used my cell to send Pam a message. “Sure,” I replied.“Come prepared for a workout,” Pam responded, adding a happy face after the word “workout.”I had no idea where the workout offer was leading, but my man-sense told me that if I played my cards just right, I might get lucky. Now all I had to do is come up with. I run straight for the changing rooms and as the curtain closes I feel a sense of relief to be in private again, a safe place inside a shop with cctv I assure myself. No sooner have I put my bag down then I hear the slurping of the ice in the bottom of the man’s drink...I look into the mirror, remembering not to turn around and frighten him off. I finally meet his eyes with mine, I freeze up. Literally I feel a freezing sensation run the entire length of my body, my nipples are bursting, my. Fiona's throat constricted. She almost ran to his bedside. He did not notice her until she arrived. He looked up and gave her a delighted smile.She tossed the newspaper on the bed and gently took his face in her hands. Her eyes gazed lovingly into his."If you're well enough to be moved into here you're well enough to be kissed properly," she whispered. She gently touched her lips to his. His arm reached up around her shoulder and held her to him. She was careful not to press her lips to his in.