.and maybe that sucks for you, but I can?t help that, ok!"She paused, before adding, "Look, if it makes any difference I even feelsorry for you. But i... truth whether I feel sorry for you or not reallydoesn?t make any difference here. I can?t help you!" I will however help you look the part..." she added, "...I care for youand I will look out for you, you know that. But everything has nowchanged."A long pause followed before she spoke, "You know Chrissie, I?m going tomake a confession to you...". “Don’t worry,” she laughed. “I’m not going to start cooking or anything yet but this is where the booze is. Not a huge amount but whisky for you and gin for me. Suit you?”“You bet!”They moved to the sitting room and sat together on the sofa. That invited a further prolonged cuddle and some serious kissing. They did get round to picking up their drinks again and talking.Mike told her about Poland. He had only spent short spells in Warsaw but was impressed by it. They had spent most of their time. ”“I don’t know your password.”“Oh.” She blushed yet again. “It’s ollierocks.”“No.”“Yeah. One word. Lower case.”“You are lovely, you know that, right? o-l-l-i-e-r-o-c-k-s. Okay, I’m ... Oh.”“Hmmm?”“What have you been reading?”“Told you.”“You, dearest Georgia, have a dirty mind.”“Well, you knew that.”“Yeah, but now I have proof. Hell, I can go to the media.”“And tell them what?”“George is a pervert. She reads porn in the bath.”“Erotica.”“Whatever.”“And tries, largely unsuccessfully, to. " "Well, I was so turned-on by that point, I just pushed him down on the bed, got up over him and jammed down on him like I was a crazy woman. Well, maybe I was. God, I fucked him like it was the last fuck I'd ever have. I don't know what he thought but he sure didn't want me to stop. Oh, and I didn't either," she laughed. "Well, babe, you seem to still be pretty turned-on by it." "Oh, John, just fuck me, keep fucking me. I'm so tired but my pussy is crazy. I never thought something like that.