"Oh crumbs! It's gone half past ten. Work tomorrow. I must go, Andrew."They both stood up."Thank you, Andrew," she said. "It's been a super evening an... that curry was delicious."She reached up and pulled his head down for a sweet kiss. His arms went gently round her."Thank you for coming, Katrina. I enjoyed every minute of it."For a moment they both stayed motionless looking into each other's eyes and then without a word kissed softly again.Andrew saw her out to her car and waved her off. Both. In comparison, even without his clothes, he was still much more presentable than most of the men Susan did business with. He wasn’t perfect, of course. Few men were and almost no man in a comparable situation to Benedict’s ever could be. Judging from the lines beginning to furrow his face and the paunch swelling over his waist, he was a bit older than first appearances suggested, but not excessively so. And he’d farted at the most inopportune moment during the fucking. But then Susan wasn’t. I’m more of a Pixie Lott and Adele kind of girl.” “Yeah, what happened to Adele? Not heard anything by her for ages,” commented Gav. “Didn’t she say she was having a baby or something?” “Yeah, maybe. You’re probably right.” “Anyway, my best friend's coming over from France tomorrow. So saving my cash for her and we’ll go round a few bars.” “Ah. Is she French then?” asked Gav, curiously. “Ha no, she’s just from a posh family. Her Dad is in banking over there. She’s just turned eighteen, so it. He was s*******n, but looked about twenty-three. He was built very big and muscular.Jo had a chat with him for about a half hour the first day they started shooting this movie in Los Angeles. He was so sweet and innocent Jo wanted to grab him and hug him. She hoped he wouldn't be affected by all the bullshit that went on in the industry. One of the most appealing traits he had was his naivete and honesty.As the two men fought in the Hollywood fashion, Jo wished that the blows Brad was.