" She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. "He'd go out every Saturday with a group of people and they'd ride a hundred miles or so..." Jesus, he must be in great shape." Yeah," she said dryly. "Bicycles bore the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they're not broken, you've got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time." I know, I had one a long time ago. I sold it after maybe a month or two of having to. ”“Have you really resented me all this time?” I asked, shocked at her words. “If you have, then why sleep with me that day by the lake? Why return to my bed and continue to have a physical relationship with me, if you feel that way? Why attempt to throw women at me, especially when you use it as a reason to feel this way about me?”“To distract you from this foolish quest of yours, so that you could be with me!“I never asked you to kill the beast that murdered your parents. I never asked you to. "Where are you off to then?" "Well I was just off to get some wine. We hadn't noticed that all our bottles had been drunk." He said."Hmm alright - but make sure you're not long. There's plenty we need to talk about." As she said this, her lasciviously made-up eyes wandered to his crotch and back up to his face again. It was at this moment Dave noticed how hot she looked. She wore an elegant black dinner-dress with thin straps adorning her bare shoulders and a plunging neckline, which made her. On the way to the supermarket l bumped into Keith the coloured guy from the top flat and gave him a lift, he was asking if l was serious about renting Sasha. Sasha had told me she thought Karen was 2-timing us with an ex-boyfriend so l informed Keith there was someone better for him to fucked. Her name was Karen she was the same age as Sasha. Me and Keith did our shopping and went for a coffee in the café where he was telling me that he doesn’t want to fuck the girl, Keith liked insertion,.