What’s for dessert?’ ‘Me of course.’ *** Penny’s night with Mark went all too quickly. She and Mark made love another three times that eveni...g, and a couple more times on Saturday morning. Although, when Penny thought about it, calling it ‘making love’ didn’t really do justice to the sex. Sometimes, like last night, it was best described as good, hard ‘fucking’. Penny liked the way her sex life with Mark could switch so easily between the two extremes. Especially since it always seemed to be. Come on in.'Ann followed me to the kitchen and as I opened the wine she told me why she looked so down.'John has just rung to say he is going to be late. Again.'I said little as Ann talked about her marriage and how since the pregnancy was confirmed they'd drifted apart.'It's as if I'm a different person.' She complained. 'He hasn't touched me for three months, not even a hug. How did cope? Did you have an affair? I think he's got another woman somewhere.''How did I cope with what?' I. "I'm very gratified to hear that. So often parents don't want their little ones to take the consequences for their actions."Little ones? What were we, eight?"No, that's not a problem. I think even Tony will agree that his sentence was fair under the circumstances." Both women looked at me and I nodded."I'm afraid you've lost me then. I don't understand what this meeting's about." Mrs. Jeffries said as her fingers interlocked, then she templed just her forefingers."It's about the rest of his. ‘What’s that on your blouse?’Wobbling unsteadily on her feet, Annie looked down and stared for a moment at the sticky blobs.‘Don’t know,’ she lied. ‘Something must have dripped on me.’ Hah! Something dripped on her alright. More like ‘blew’ on her.‘Was there someone with you?’ I said.‘Mmm. One of the guys at the party followed me. He said he was concerned about me.’‘Looks like he took care of you pretty well,’ I said.Annie just looked down at her feet, trying to hide the guilt in her face.Maybe.