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breasts covered in water as she rubbed soap over them with her hands. A few years ago, thinking of her like that would have turned me on beyond belief, made my cock turn rock hard. I looked down into my lap and didn’t even feel a twinge.
    Christ, what had happened to me? How was I going to survive my stay at The Cabin? Chloe hadn’t booked it so we could sit and play cards and talk about the weather. She had other ideas in mind. The thought of not being able to do the things to her that she had planned made my stomach cramp tighter, more than my fear of returning to work on Monday morning without my report complete.
    I stood up and sloshed boiling water into the two cups. As I stirred them, I heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door opened and Chloe appeared in the room. She had a crisp white towel wrapped about her. She looked at me.
    “Feeling better?” I asked with a smile.
    “I guess,” she smiled back, sitting on the edge of the bed and toweling her thick blond hair dry.
    “Drink some of this,” I said, passing the cup of tea.
    Placing the towel to one side, she took the cup from me. “You do really want to come away to The Cabin with me, don’t you?” she asked, staring up at me from the bed.
    “Did I have choice?” I said back, not wanting to sound disgruntled in any way.
    “I meant what I said, Ben,” she said, not sounding angry either, just matter-of-fact. “We either try and work things out or it’s over.”
    “Do you still love me?” I asked her, fearing her answer.
    “Yes,” she said, looking down into her cup of tea. “But I don’t love the way you are anymore.”
    “I don’t work so hard just for me,” I tried to explain. “I do it for the both of us.”
    “Your work is destroying both of us,” she said, glancing back at me. “I just want to have some fun, Ben. I want some excitement in my life again. I want to do something wild. I want to feel alive! At the moment, I just feel trapped.”
    “I know how that feels,” I said just above a whisper, turning away and heading for the bathroom.

Eight
     
    Chloe
     
    While Ben showered, I finished drying myself and got dressed. Standing by the window, I stood and drank the tea Ben had made for me. The view from the window looked out across the hotel car park. Suddenly the young porter who I had dreamt about appeared. I stepped back, my heart quickening a little. What was I hiding for? He didn’t know about the dream I’d had. There was nothing to feel embarrassed about. As he headed towards his car, looking tired after his long nightshift, I wondered if perhaps I did have reason to be embarrassed. Shouldn’t I be embarrassed with my own behaviour? That was twice in the last twenty-four hours I’d had such vivid dreams about complete strangers. Was I really that frustrated that I had taken to dreaming about men I’d happen to see – who had happened to be halfway good-looking? What would make these wild dreams I had go away? Would they not disappear until I’d actually lived out my fantasy of being screwed by a complete stranger?
    I looked back at the door, hearing the water pitter-patter to a slow stop. I looked back out of the window and watched the porter climb into his car and slam the door. He had no idea how hot he’d been in my dream last night. He had no idea how hard he had fucked me. As he sped away out of the car park, I wondered if he would pleasure himself alone in his bedroom with his ‘lad’s-mag’ before falling asleep for the day. Or was he going home to a lover? If so, would he fuck her as hard as he had fucked me in my dreams? Lucky bitch, I half-smiled, turning away from the window and finding Ben, standing in the bathroom doorway.
    “Okay?” he asked, heading across the room, a towel wrapped tightly about his waist.
    I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen his cock, let alone felt it deep inside of me. What would he do if I just dashed across the room right now, ripped free his towel, and