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in my own thoughts there for a minute. ‘Look who just walked in.’
    I turn to look towards the door and my heart sinks into my stomach. It’s Denny. Just what I need to top off a bloody lousy day. I hope to God that he hasn’t see me, or if he has, he’ll know better than to try to talk to me. I don’t know how long I can keep his phone sex a secret. My brain is so full of excellent one-liners that if he starts anything now, I know that they are just going to start rolling off the tongue instead of remaining locked in that vault of information that I really shouldn’t share. Especially given my means of finding this information.
    â€˜Ignore the slime, Des. Hopefully he’ll sliver back into the hole he crawled out of.’
    Not even Ricki knows the whole truth behind my break-up with Denny. She knows about the phone sex – I can trust her with that sort of stuff. But the other stuff, well, I haven’t really told her about it all. It’s not that I don’t trust her. I trust her with my life. It’s just that for the first time in my life, I’ve suddenly found myself unable to share the truth with my best friend. Some things are just better left unsaid.
    â€˜You really hate him don’t you?’
    Hate is a very strong word and, no, I don’t think I really hate him. I actually feel very little for Denny now, apart from pity. He really is pathetic. Besides, it takes too much time and energy to hate someone.
    â€˜I don’t hate him, Rick. I just don’t want to have anything to do with him. He makes my stomach churn.’ I mean, the thought of him wanking away while sitting on the phone paying for phone sex and then coming to see me … well, it makes me want to throw up. And then the rest.
    â€˜Well, you’re going to have to do something about him then. He’s heading this way.’
    God what does he want now? When we first broke up I stopped hanging out at all my usual places so that I wouldn’t have to see him. It only lasted about two weeks and then I was back, on top of the world for everyone to see. I may have felt like crap on the inside but there was no way that I was going to let that bastard see that he had gotten to me. I just wish that when we were at the same place at the same time he would leave me alone. Why won’t he just take a hint and realise that I don’t want to have anything to do with him?
    It’s too late to run away or hide, he’s here, standing beside me with a cocky grin on his stupid face. I wonder how long it would take for that smug look to disappear if I revealed that I know all about his extremely expensive habit.
    â€˜Hey Des.’
    If he even dares to sit down next to me I’m pouring my coffee down his pants. It will probably be the most natural enjoyment his balls will ever get.
    â€˜Fuck off, Denny.’ I’m not going to beat around the bush and even contemplate small talk with that slime. Why is he still grinning?
    â€˜And how are you this evening, Ricki?’
    I can’t believe the malaka is trying to be charming. What a wanker. Good thing that Ricki can see right through him and knows the truth about him.
    â€˜Fuck off, Denny.’ It’s so good to have some one to back you up in your time of need. ‘We’re busy.’ Even though Ricki doesn’t know the extent of Denny’s crimes, all she needs to know is that he hurt me. That’s enough for her.
    â€˜Des, can we talk?’
    I’ve said all that I have to say to him. I said as much as I could when I dumped him. It’s all been said over and over again in the last three months when I have had the pleasure of running into him. I don’t want to play this merry-go-round game with him anymore. I don’t want to play with him. Full stop.
    â€˜No.’ It’s so cool that Ricki and I know what the other is going to say and we answer at the same time. Just