"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.The scenery (such as it was) flashed past, but it took an age to get to the house. I dare say it is possible to ... fuc... ... in one of those cars, but it would take a contortionist. You certainly couldn't make love. On the other hand, we were pretty close together and I could smell her arousal which really had my motor running. We left a trail of clothing on the path and just barely made it into the house before she pushed me to the floor and lowered herself on to. Brian would be sat in his narrow armchair of course, any attempt to sit on his lap would have meant him not being able to see the TV. Perhaps with a mind to their new closeness, on the Thursday evening as she turned to ask him something he smiled at her, such a wonderful warm smile that stopped her in her tracks, ‘I have an idea,’ he said. ‘Careful,’ she grinned back at him. ‘Why don’t we have a weekend away?’ said Chris, ‘the TV weatherman promised a sunny and warm weekend’. ‘What? Just you. Here, I am going to lose myself in the delight of admiring my dangling foot whilst sipping daintily at the first post-work, “the weekend starts here,” glass of wine. I start rotating my toes in a clockwise direction inside their velveteen casing, watching as my foot tries to replicate the movement as I enjoy the sensation of the fine denier caressing at my toes as they wriggle around. It’s lovely. It’s perfect. I can feel the electrons in my brain quivering to a halt, can appreciate the slow. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Reyna.”Reyna steps back from Carl, who unfreezes slowly from her embrace. “Nice to meet you,” he manages eventually.I grab my cloth napkin from the table and slowly twist it, imagining it as Reyna’s neck. She turns to me and smiles.“Ah, little Sarah. I hear you are not feeling well. It brings me great sorrow to know you will not be able to speak much tonight.” Reyna approaches her chair at the head of the table, and June and three other girls all come out from.