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service to same-sex relationships, associating with a girl who worked in a sex shop was another matter. I’d also been trying to put my past misbehaviour behind me, but I’d already failed at that, propositioning her within minutes of our first meeting. In any case, I hadn’t had the heart to turn her down, and it was all too easy to remember how I’d felt bent over her desk with the thick black dildo pushing up inside me.
    I’d hurried past her shop, which left me with no choice but to walk along the long straight road beside the bonded warehouse. There was a line of lorries beyond the fence, as before, with many of the drivers lounging nearby, although presumably different drivers. I deliberately turned my thoughts to the joys of big rough men, only to realise that there was a prime specimen right in front of me, my Viking giant.
    He was standing outside what seemed to be a small warehouse and had already seen me, and recognised me. The blood went straight to my face and for the second time in a few minutes I found myself blushing over a previous encounter. I wanted to say something, an apology for the way I’d behaved, including leaving my knickers off, but there was no way of mentioning the incident without making matters worse. The most sensible thing to do seemed to be to smile and walk quickly past, but he spoke up as I approached him.
    ‘Hello again.’
    I already knew that his voice belied his appearance, while the sign above the warehouse suggested that he dealt in luxury spirits and might very well be the owner, a Magnus Brabant. Certainly the name suited him. I found myself smiling and slowing down.
    ‘Hello.’
    There was an awkward moment, both of us no doubt thinking of how I’d looked sat on the pavement with my legs apart and no panties on.
    He was grinning as he went on. ‘Sorry about the other day. I really should look where I’m going.’
    ‘Not at all. It was my fault entirely.’
    ‘No, really.’
    It was going to be one of those very English conversations that consist entirely of exchanged apologies, but I knew what was on his mind and I had to say something. ‘I don’t normally go about like that.’
    I’d said it, and I was instantly wondering why as the blood rushed to my cheeks. He at least had the decency to look slightly abashed, but he was still trying to hide a grin as he replied.
    ‘It’s quite all right if you do, not meaning to be rude. Look, I don’t suppose you’re free this evening? Perhaps you’d care for a drink, or dinner?’
    My blushes hadn’t got any cooler, because there was no mistaking the implication of what he was saying. He’d seen my bare pussy and he was keen to have another look, and no doubt more. I swallowed hard, struggling to sound calm and collected as I answered him in my best style. ‘I’d be delighted, but unfortunately I’m busy today, until late. We have a team-building exercise, which is why I’m wearing combat gear, by the way. I don’t usually dress like this.’
    ‘It’s very fetching. Another time perhaps?’
    He was giving me the chance to back down gracefully, but I didn’t want to take it.
    ‘Yes, please. Tomorrow, for lunch maybe?’
    ‘I’ll book a table.’
    That should have been that. I could have walked on, my date arranged, perhaps after exchanging a few polite remarks. Yet if he was as mild as his manners suggested any relationship between us was doomed to failure, while I very definitely did not want him to know anything more about me unless he was suitable. I opened my mouth to speak, knowing exactly what I wanted to say but unable to frame the words. He was starting to look puzzled and I was cursing myself for being such a little coward, but I finally managed to force myself to speak up. ‘Thank you, but look, I …’
    I stopped, then realised from the rising disappointment on his face that he thought I was about to change my mind. Suddenly I was babbling. ‘I mean … I mean, it’s silly, isn’t it, all this