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least you accept your differences. Now me and my
mum are so similar we can't be together for long without a shouting match. Well
except for here I guess, but then who knows? I'd not have guessed about
you."
    Luckily you still haven't. Nina kept her feelings from
showing. They might not be complicated, but she still wasn't ready to share
them.
    "No
wonder you don't want to do anything much," Karin said. "I'd never
have suspected. Never mind, it worked for Monica, and she's having a ball
here."
    Oasis
murdering had changed to killing The Killers, with Monica leading the chorus.
    "Shall
we go out for dinner when you fancy it?" Karin asked.
    Nina
felt a pang—just one—of remorse for deceiving her friend. Karin would do
anything for her, and it went against the grain not to be open with her. However…
    "You're
on. Did you enjoy yourself, Kay? What did you get up to?"
    Karin
giggled. "I was shown around by a lovely lady. I had a shot at a flogger
on a dummy. Fiona said I had a good eye. Mind you I don't think Iain would go
for me showing it to him and saying ‘bend over, big boy’. And he's so not going
to use one on me. He's the original bad aim man. When we went on an archery course,
everyone stood where he was supposed to hit. That way we knew we'd be safe. Ah
well, I did learn some interesting pelvic exercises, and those Kegel balls sound fun. I might have to get me some of
them."
    Nina
nodded as the rendition of “Human”—which sounded anything but—came to an end
and the caterwaulers sat down again. The chat became general, as who should
sing what, and who wanted what to eat was debated.
    The
girls had enjoyed themselves. Even though Nina had refused to sing—she knew her
limitations—she danced to the old disco tunes and watched and laughed along
with the others at some of the less rhythmic attempts.
    By
the time the minibus dropped her off outside her house in the wee small hours,
Nina was exhausted. Monica kissed her tearfully as Nina left the minibus, and
hugged her so tight Nina was reminded of a certain bondage session she'd
experienced a few years earlier. The others waved, and Nina went into her house
and took off her shoes in relief. They may be flats, but after several hours
standing in them she wanted to throw them at the wall and wriggle her toes.
    Given
the chance she would have slept for a straight eight hours, but the alarm woke
her with its cheerful DJ on her chosen radio station. She'd forgotten to unset
it.
    Cursing,
and now wide awake, Nina rolled onto her back and went over the previous
evening in her mind.
    The
memory had her wriggling her toes under the duvet. They were still there, and
still able to move thank goodness. There had been a few times on the dance
floor when she wouldn't have put her money on it. The action reminded her of
something Nic had said about shoes and subs. That made her clit tingle, and she
gritted her teeth. She so didn't want to resort to…
    Dammit.
    Dominic
Christopher. He was one major problem. One Nina had no idea how to solve.
    However
there were other things to sort out first. As in the lack of food in the
fridge, the overflowing washing basket, and a head that needed fresh air. Plus a need to go for a pee, and a swift session with her faithful
Bernie the Bullet. She tackled the problems in reverse order.
    By
the time she headed for the supermarket Nina felt almost human. Bernie had
played his part in one of the best self-given orgasms she had in a long while,
and she was sated and happy, albeit wishing it had been a hard cock not a hard
buzzing bit of metal playing with her clit.
      Coming face to face with one of students
almost sent her back into the Neanderthal cave, but it was a brief, "hey
miss, you coming over here to check this place out as well eh?" sort of
encounter. She didn't say it was her home turf, and she hadn't traveled fifteen
odd miles to get there. Instead she smiled, nodded and headed into the ladies’
apparel aisle. As she hoped it