I’d ruined it all. It was the tired, old story you’ve heard a million times and I was the cliché. I didn’t know I loved her. Yes, it really is ...ossible to be that stupid. As I studied her pale blue eyes, I recalled the things she’d said when she finally made the break, her voice rasping through tears. Every painful word was true. It just killed me to know I was the one who made her say them. Two sharp whoops of a police siren drew me to the wall of glass. New York City at street level is a. We collapsed in a heap with me behind her on my side and her facing Ned. For a few minutes, we lay still, the glorious post-coital glow spread over us and the unmistakable smell of our intermingled fluids filled the air. Our breathing returned to normal and we were utterly relaxed. Ned, however, was beginning to revive and kissed Jane slowly as she lay facing him.Stroking Janes back, I could feel her moving against Ned in a languorous way. Her bottom rubbed against me but my cock remained limp. I weaved my fingers around James’ belt loops and pulled him close to me, my knees on either side of his hips. ‘Sure, soup,’ I said as I pulled off my T-shirt. ‘As long as you don’t mind putting it on low heat so we can get a little bit naked first.’ ‘Screw the soup.’ I was pleased to feel his interest rising as James gazed at my exposed upper body and ran his hands up my thighs under my skirt. James tugged at my underwear and I shifted my weight, allowing him to slip them off. He used one. Don't know how to get out of it" Or won't let yourself?" said Mitch, finally looking at me again, "anddon't call me Mummy-Mitch!"Mitch went back into the kitchen and found a half-full bottle of redwine on the shelf. She picked two glasses from the cupboard, then lookedat me with one eye-brow raised as if asking "you want wine?"I nodded gently. The afternoon had gone decidedly pear-shaped, and itwas my fault. I felt angry again, but angry at myself this time. Mysuper-self-indulgent-self-hatred.