I still couldn't get over how good it had been.It had been nothing like what I had been told about how my first time would be: 'Be prepared for pain' ...Its never great the first time but it gets better'. How wrong they'd been!Nick and I sat chatting about what had just happened and about our guilt for Anna. We decided it was wrong and that although it was so good, it wasn't fair and mustn't happen again. Again we carried on chatting and got dressed before deciding to go through to the living. I’m lying on my back on the bed with my legs spread and the laptop pointing at me. Back then my secret admirer stood outside, peeping in through the window. Now Mark is of course my secret lover, but for the moment he’s back outside, looking in.But this week is also different. It’s the first time in many months my husband’s work abroad takes him elsewhere in Europe – Copenhagen, if you’re wondering – and so I can perform for John in real time. I don’t want my secret lover in the room while I’m. I didn’t even remember what Brooke looked like, but I thought that maybe she was tall and blonde. ‘No, Lacey. Only you,’ I answered softly. ‘Good. She didn’t deserve it. You know, it’s a good thing you caught her cheating on you. I mean, if she were really stupid enough to–,’ ‘Lacey. Enough,’ I interrupted, unwinding my arms from around her, and stepping back. I scrubbed my hands over my face and turned my back towards her. ‘I don’t need this.’ ‘YOU don’t need this? YOU?!?’ She rounded me and. “Ladies, I’ll leave you to unpack and get comfortable in your new home whilst I arrange a few things outside where sun-downers will be served, with clothes on please!” I winked and stepped out. I pressed the remote awning button, coupled-up the electrical power supply, placed the chez lounges and tables in place and took the pink champagne out of the cooler as well as my coke. They appeared soon afterwards looking a little stressed. Ria looked around and started. “Ryan, this is great. You are.