"She opened the door. Jonelle looked desolate. She grapped Laura's sleeve, then closed the door again, pushing Laura against it, kissing Laura despera...ely."I love you too, Laura," she whispered against Laura's teeth. "I wish--" Don't say it," Laura interrupted her. She pressed two fingers against Jonelle's ravishing, sensual mouth. "Don't say it. Let me imagine it."Laura slipped out and ran downstairs. She caught a cab a block away, almost doubled over with the pain of leaving Jonelle like. I laughed and told her I just had more practice. She looked at me. a serious expression on her face and said, no, I was a great kisser. I said thank you as I didn't know what else to say. We made it to the store and I bought cigarettes and some more snacks and some more alcohol. I couldn't believe we were running low on booze so I just wanted to make sure I had enough, just in case. As we walked back, Denise asked me some really personal questions about sex and marriage. I tried to skirt. "I think your lying Louise, I think you wouldn't want me to come there because you know you are intrigued to see if i really do have a bbc and if the rumours are all true"He really was reading me like a book and the fact he was so confident just made me putty in his hands."You wouldn't dare turn up at mine, what if I'm lying and my husband is here really? or the neighbours see you? Or what if I really wouldn't answer the door?"I tried playing a bluffing game to put him off but again he read. "That was good enough for me and ever since then, he'd been kindness itself to me.We filled a basket with cans of lager and a bottle of vodka, mum's favourite tipple, a packet of burgers and some bread rolls too and he said."You take this as a gift for your lovely lady mother."She smiled at him and thanked him, then burst out laughing as he said in a stage whisper, "I'll overcharge him the next time he comes in." He's nice isn't he?" Yeah, I suppose so, he fancies you though." He doesn't, he.