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and suddenly... 'ping' ... the lift grinds to a halt. Fuck you, lift! No, really. Fuck. You.
    We swiftly separate in preparation for the opening doors. I take a long, deep breath in and out again, trying to shake off this unbearable horn. Ugh, like I needed that to get any worse. I smooth my hair down as I step out into the hallway like it's going to change the fact that we've just been at it like a pair of deprived sex-addicts.
    "I, er... wow. I'm..." Oliver says as he slows his pace and I feel an urge to help him out.
    "Don't be, Ol. I really enjoyed it, too."
    I watch as his face lights up and he slows even more. "You... you're not going to say it should never have happened and all that?"
    I smile, it's very true, I should and would normally be doing so right now, but the truth is, I did enjoy it. "I think we both know what should and shouldn't have happened. It's not going any further, let's just leave it at that. It was naughty... but nice. Very nice."
    He smiles and nods, "It was very nice, indeed. Thank you."
    "You're welcome, thank you. Now, that's out of our systems, let's shake it out and get back to the apartment and back to BFFs. Okay?"
    "I don't want to... " he says with a wink, "but okay."
    When we get to the door, he unlocks it and we both enter casually, making our way through to the open plan kitchen/living area. I take some water from the fridge and blow Oliver a kiss goodnight before entering my/Bea and Daniel's bedroom, closing the door and flopping, face-first onto the bed and whimpering into the pillow like a spoilt child. I want sex!

    CHAPTER THREE
    SUNDAY 16TH JUNE
     
    "Fucking arsehole! You arsehole! Argh!"
    What the finkle... I sit bolt upright in bed having been ripped so mercilessly from my vivid dream about some weird five star resort in Fiji. Bit of a strange dream, but it was definitely a luxurious place, and I had my own special suite that I was sharing with... with... wait, who was I sharing it with? Oh... the bedroom... it was so amazing. Ooh! I had sex in my dream! I had sex in my amazing suite! Oh I need to go back... whatever that noise was... shh and let me go back to Fiji and the hotel and the sex...
    "Oliver! You bastard!"
    "Agh!" I cry out loud, jumping at the hideous, high-pitched, animal noises coming from the living area... or kitchen... or something. Ugh... Selfish Stacy. Shut the fuck up, you whore. I gasp and throw my hand over my mouth as if I've just said that aloud. Which, by the way, I didn't. God, I can't even be rude about the bitch in my thoughts without having to castigate myself. I need to sort that out.
    "Stacy, calm down, stop being crazy."
    "Stop fucking calling me crazy!"
    Good god, do they really have to do this outside my door? And I have news for you Stacy... YOU ARE CRAZY. Now shut up and let me sleep!
    Oliver laughs. "Well, maybe you should take a look and a listen to yourself right now and you might understand why I'm calling you crazy."
    "Fuck you, wanker."
    Ugh. Seriously, it is too early for this crap. Hang on... what time is it? I lean over to check my phone on the bedside table. Oh shit! We're leaving for Vegas in forty minutes! I jump out of bed, wobbling on my feet, I still feel half asleep. I cover my eyes and point to the ceiling as I try to concentrate on my balance and what I need to do first.
    Pack a bag.
    Where did Bea say her overnight bags were again? In the... wardrobe? Where's the wardrobe? I look around the room for the wardrobe and it takes a shockingly long time for me to remember that she has a walk-in wardrobe and that I have been using it this entire stay. Oh dear god, I think I need a coffee or something.
    I retrieve an overnight bag from one of the higher shelves in the deliciously scented 'closet' - as they call it here, and wander back out to the bedroom and plonk it on the bed. I wonder if it's safe to go out there now... she seems to have calmed down a bit by the sounds of it.
    After grabbing the dressing gown, I crack open the