Choosing Her Lover

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And I think, that is that….

Until, at six pm, just as I am about finish for the day, Ben marches in again. “Come on,” he says. “I want you to come with me.”

“Come with you? Where?”

“Up to Mike’s place.”

“What? You want me to go there? What for? I barely know them.”

“Mike’s not at home. He’s working late. I want to catch James and Charlotte in the act, and I want a witness, so the bastard, and the bitch can’t deny it when I confront them.”

“Ben, you can’t do this. And haven’t you forgotten something? James Alexanders is my boss. I could lose my job…”

He stands, arms akimbo. “Fuck you, then. I’m going anyway. If you won’t come with me, I’ll go by myself. I’ll take a camera.”

Jeez…. I’d better go with him. See if I can stop him doing anything too stupid….

“Alright. I’ll come with you. Let me get my stuff and clear up my desk.”

I’ll fetch the car and pick you up at the front

answer. First James.… No reply…. Then Charlotte…. No reply…. Francis maybe? Still no reply. It’s

another go: “Ben, this isn’t right. You can’t just barge into someone else’s

he snorts. “What are you talking about? We’re discussing a man fucking

don’t think you

he twists to face me, his face flushing. “I suppose you think it’s okay for my her to make a

The views are amazing, but I can’t enjoy them, my stomach churning in

and Beauty’. It’s rather beautiful

the back,” says Ben. “But I don’t want them to see

the rear and through gardens which are a mixture of well-kept and maintained, and hopelessly

new, dilapidated and restored. Standing over high meadows overlooking

“the bedroom curtains are

but he ignores me, walking quietly to the

Oh, please be locked….

which turns, and the

to me on the threshold. “Are you coming or

my head.

where you stand, don’t I?” and he