We were going to go to a night club down the street but John had been chatting up a girl from the wedding I was at and wanted to try his chances with ...er. I stayed in the bar with Paul, sitting in a corner table out of view of the main bar. It wasn’t long before what little inhibitions I had were totally gone and we were kissing and his hand was up my skirt stroking my thighs.’ I shifted position trying to hide my erection but realised I was kind of missing the point and shifted again so I. And if she was just teasing?Well, then that might be quite enjoyable too, albeit very much second best.His pulse rate, already quickened by the thought of doing something with Vicky, went ballistic when she walked back into the room.She'd had a shower, judging from the wet, tousled hair, and she was wearing a short, silk robe. A short, silk robe and ... er ... nothing. Peter couldn't be cast iron sure but he reckoned she was completely naked underneath. He certainly knew she had no top or bra. Then he left to study business law in one city, but I went to adifferent city to study art. Saying good bye was the hardest thingI've ever done. We tried to stay in touch, but we soon lost track ofeach other. I had heard he was very wealthy, both from an inheritanceand a very good job.The strangest thing happened a week later. I got another letter fromJack. In this one he said he really wanted to see me. Again the P.O.Box and E-mail. I guessed he just wanted to see me. But why?I E-mailed him to. And that really pretty one from around here. Maybe he just needs to finish his degree, get a job and set up housekeeping. Sarah’s not like me; he doesn’t need to be like you. What are the pop-psychology theories about second children?”“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll Google later. How was your day?”“Not bad. Sean says that his informant told him that the NNTT offices are in turmoil trying to establish justificatory documentation. I had a sausage for lunch and bought stuff for dinner. Oh, and I did.