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.”

pick you up

answer. First James.… No reply…. Then Charlotte…. No reply…. Francis maybe? Still no reply. It’s too late in the day. No-one’s here. And I

and I get in. Staring into traffic, my mouth dry, I give it another go: “Ben, this isn’t right. You can’t just barge into someone else’s house to check

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

don’t think you

flushing. “I suppose you think it’s okay for my her to make a fool of my

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

hotel, ‘Life and

around the back,” says Ben. “But I don’t want them to see me arrive. Follow me. It’s this

which are a mixture of well-kept

a mixture of old and new, dilapidated and restored. Standing over high meadows overlooking a lake, the position is incredible. In any other

Ben, pointing, “the bedroom

he ignores me, walking quietly to the front door

Oh, please be locked….

turns, and the door

the threshold. “Are you

shake my head.

“I know where you stand,