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.”

and pick you

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

at the front 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

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

don’t think

flushing. “I suppose you think it’s okay for my her to make a fool of my brother?” Then he turns to face the

City and up the mountain. The views are amazing, but I can’t enjoy them, my stomach

and

“But I don’t want

me around to the rear and through gardens which are a mixture of well-kept

in mid-renovation, a mixture of old and new, dilapidated and restored. Standing over high meadows overlooking a lake, the position is incredible. In any other circumstances, I would just stand and Wow! the place, but

hisses Ben, pointing, “the bedroom curtains are

try to hang back, but he ignores me, walking quietly to the front door and

Oh, please be locked….

which turns, and

turning to me on the

shake my head.

“I know where you stand, don’t I?” and he goes