Every so often a quick whip of wind would blow through his close-cropped brown hair and give him a chill. From the first step out the door, Ben’s th...ughts were on the night before, a Thursday. (FLASHBACK!) Bored, without even day-work to do from home, he had thrown on his coat and wandered for hours, first to Starbucks and then for a few miles to Cambridge on foot. His destination, vaguely, was a club he’d heard about the week before from a few guys at the coffee machine. They were college. And although we had enjoyed our brief full-on relationship, we kind of missed each other’s point a bit. By that I mean Ali and I liked different things sexually, and the balance of our friendship was different from the balance of our sex life. Anyway, we had discussed it calmly and rationally and decided we would be better allies if sex was kept out of it. “If I don’t get laid today,” she said, “I’m going to fucking scream.” “Me too,” I said. It was a bank holiday Monday, one of the. At the same time the police were making a search of his home premises for any sign that might point to him being involved in Elaine going missing. His cell-phone though had no record of any calls or text to the girl although the pornography stored on it did not improve his case of innocence.Staff who were questioned by police at the Park Centre had drawn a blank, giving no evidence that the girl had even reached the park for her jogging session.But the police know that each year many mixed-up. And I clawed him and started calling him names. And within a couple of minutes, he pushed me roughly onto my hands and knees and was raging hard inside me again, pumping and pounding me. The only thing I knew was I wanted him. Somehow I managed to wrestle him onto his back, straddled him, and rode him in a crazed frenzy until we came again, with our mouths glued, kissing, kissing for all those lost years.Afterwards, we were barely able to look at each other. We avoided being in any situation.