Sure, it looked like her and, in each of my quick glances, I had become convinced it was her, but, now our eyes had met I could see that the eyes that...stared back at me weren't her eyes.And with that the apparition vanished.I was shaking like a leaf and there was no way I could make an even passable job of my makeup, so I just wiped off what little I had applied and let it go at that. I got dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and made my way round to the block of flats where Sandra lived. It was. Almost as if just wanting to be used, she rolled the blanket into her and hugged it while I gripped her sides and fucked her from behind, making it my third orgasm inside her in the last twelve hours.At this point, yet again, I was hard for her. Why couldn't this be our forever, our whenever? It wasn't our fault we'd fallen in love so many years ago and had such a passionate connection for this long. I really did love her. What was this? Was this actual love I thought I'd felt for others. Though of course it hadn't made it clear for who. The poster carried the New Order symbol, the Venus sign but inverted, the cross at the top. James remembered someone explaining it on the radio. The circle represented the womb, the productive power of women, they'd said; the inverted cross — the outstretched arms of inclusion; the nurturing nature of women. Now it was hard to see it as anything other than triumphal. It hadn't been long before the corresponding male symbol had appeared on. Still holding hands and leaned across the table, Jill was the one who leaned a little further so that their lips could finally meet. The first kiss short, but soon joined by a longer second and then a third kiss. The slight change in head position finally being enough that Malcolm caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye. After a final kiss his lips moving as he spoke to Jill whose head twisted around to confirm to look at me and confirm what he’d no doubt just told her.Jill smiled.