*****

Erin is, as I expected, in pieces. I know that she had high hopes for Rob.

“I don’t get it.” she cries, wringing her hands. “What do I have to do? I offer them everything. I tell them my life story. I make it clear that I won’t see anyone else….”

“I think you try to get too close, too soon,” I say. “Lots of guys don’t like it if you’re all over them straight away.”

“Oh, don’t talk rubbish,” says Ben. “When you meet someone, you know right away when they’re good for you.”

Keep your mouth shut. This isn’t the time.

“Cheer up,” says Ben, holding her hand. “I’ve got a friend who’s just broken up with his girlfriend. We could all go out together if you like, the four of us. I’ll introduce you.”

And just like that, her tears dry up.

“Really?” she says. “Thanks. You seem really nice. I’d love to meet your friend.”

“That’s settled, then,” says Ben. “How about tomorrow night? Is that okay by you, Kirstie?”

Jeez, I don’t want to do this….

“That would be lovely. Thanks, Kirstie,” says Erin, before I have a chance to open my mouth. “Do you want to pick us both up from Kirstie’s place, Ben?”

“I’ll do that. About eight?”

*****

The evening is as grim as I anticipate. Dearly as I love my sister, I have trouble with her infatuations and her conviction that Prince Charming is about to ride over the hill on his charger.

….. Dreams of White Horses….?

Ben’s friend, Larry, seems very much to be cut from the same cloth as Ben himself; straightforward, not bad looking, a nice guy…. vanilla. He’s very talkative though, and his main topic of conversation is himself. And as I listen to the drift of his views and opinions on life, politics, gay rights, the place of women….

thorough-going puritan

And he’s Ben’s friend….

or more accurately at, Erin, with a constant stream of noise about his work, his family, where he grew

broke up with

blah, my mind defocusses, drifting instead to Ryan and the dazzling sex we had

along my spine…. His mouth over my pussy…. That

What do you think,

back to earth with a

His hand settles on my thigh, with a clear implication. I’d like to move it away. The last thing I want is to get back into bed with

*****

Larry first, leaving me alone with him. As he pulls up at my place, he leans in to kiss me. I give him a quick peck, but before

disappointment writ large. “Oh…. I hoped…. It was

Yeah… Right….

Good night.” I peck him on the cheek again and get out of the

*****

following day, working at my desk, I wait for

the shape of

not happy about last

Play it cool….

you alright? You

I’m not fucking

to my voice. “You don’t

on you. Yes, something’s bothering me and I don’t know quite

It’s not me

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mike….”

“Oh….?”

a few months

“Charlotte? What’s the problem?”

“She’s screwing around.”

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