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really is such a looker. Those beautiful eyes. He puts his hand on my shoulder. His mouth draws closer and touches mine. My eyes close. There it is. Just a gentle friendly touch with a slight sideways sweep to it. But he doesn’t stop at that. He starts moving his mouth over mine, back and forth. I’m not prepared for my reaction to this at all. A sudden wave of intense sexual feeling squeezes my muscles tightly inside. I gasp with shock and surprise. The sensations he has aroused in me are so overwhelming. I start to respond and kiss him back. I can hardly breathe with the rolling sex wave escalating inside me. He puts his hand behind my head and pulls me closer, his tongue is pushing against my lips… I can’t stop myself, I let him in. Tongue rubbing heaven is going on inside my mouth. Delightful little shivers are running up and down my spine… A liquid heat is building up everywhere… Suddenly I just can’t take any more rising sexual feelings. I push him away breathing heavily and we look at each other.
    “ That was a little too friendly.” I finally managed to pull myself together enough to utter. The wave is starting to recede thankfully.
    “ Come back to my place with me.” He asks, his eyes burning into mine.
    “ What? No!”
    “ Why not?”
    “ We’re friends Mark.”
    “ I think we just moved on from that.”
    “ No… we can’t…”
    I open the car door and leave quickly. I’m aware of him calling out my name. I run up to my apartment block door and go inside. I rush upstairs to the first floor and let myself in. Then I collapse in a snivelling heap on my bed. That’s the end of that then. I can’t see him anymore. Damn and blast and fuck. He’s so lovely to be with and I wanted him to be my friend. But I’m just not ready for more love, sex and hurt. I don’t think I ever will be. Not even with a really nice hot man like him.
    I finally calm down enough to make myself a cup of coffee and check my phone. My mother is asking if I had a good time… I tell her yes, wedding was a navy blue and white dream, ten bridesmaids, four pageboys and a six tiered cake. Suze is asking me where I was, as she called by at 6pm and I wasn’t in. She wants to know why my car is there and I’m not. I send her something meaty to chew on.
    “ Been out with Mark to a wedding.”
    Another one of Suze’s super fast replies appears.
    “ He asked you on a wedding date? – that’s serious stuff.”
    “ Not a date – as friends.”
    “ Yeah right, did you get any friendly sex?”
    She’d have a field day if she knew he had actually asked me.
    “ NO – is sex all you ever think about?”
    “ Pretty much. ”
    Well at least she was honest.
    “ Speak to you tomorrow”
    I was tired and I wanted to go to bed and snivel some more over my lost new man friend.
    I decide to send him a message. An olive branch of friendship. I didn’t like the way I’d left it.
    “ Thank you for being my friend.” That should make him feel nice and warm. It even made me feel nice and warm.
    He replied quite quickly.
    “ Is that really how you see me?”
    Oh dear, still stuck in that same groove are we? What shall I say next?
    “ I’m lost remember.”
    “ I’ll find you.”
    “ Do you have a clever answer for everything?”
    “ No, but I do have the answer for you.”
    “ No you don’t Mark.”
    “ Looking forward to Paris.”
    “ Not a good idea.”
    “’ Night Rachel.”
    I’d have to think about all of this very carefully tomorrow.

FIVE
    Mondays at work are always a trial. Things happen in the world at the weekend and there are always a lot more phone calls and a mountain of mail to deal with. I plod on wearily, trying to cope with the deluge. Things feel so different today. In my head, I mean. I was in a dark, quiet and comfortable place last week. Today I feel like I’ve been shot out of a canon into a volcano. My insides are churning over and over at the memory of ‘the wave’… Mrs William’s words