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it, actually. He encouraged me to get it published. He suggested one of those women’s mags where they run pics of men with all the dangly bits, you know, dangling?’
    â€˜You mean like Australian Women’s Forum. Excellent idea, darling.’ Chantal sipped at her coffee. Alexi and she shared a subscription. ‘Gonna give it a burl?’
    â€˜Why not?’ shrugged Philippa. ‘Though I’m also going to try and develop it into a novel.’
    â€˜Great,’ said Helen.
    â€˜The next question, of course, is who provided you with the, uh, ingredients for “Eat Me”? It is “Eat Me” now, isn’t it?’ Chantal looked to Philippa for confirmation. ‘Much to my regret, I know it wasn’t me.’
    â€˜Don’t look at me like that, Chantal!’ cried Julia.
    â€˜Nor me!’ squeaked Helen. ‘Strawberries give me hives.’
    Philippa smiled. ‘My writing is purely the product of my imagination,’ she said.
    â€˜Of course it is, darling,’ Chantal giggled.
    â€˜And, of course,’ Philippa continued, ‘total attentiveness to the world around me. Speaking of the whirl around me, weren’t you supposed to have a hot date with a cool young man the other night, Julia? How’d that go?’
    â€˜Oh, I dunno,’ Julia said, shaking her head. That story, she thought, is not going to get into Philippa’s book. She wondered if she was being ungenerous. Philippa wouldn’t really just write up their experiences in her fiction, would she? ‘Eat Me’ didn’t seem to have anything to do with any of them, and that was all she had to go on. In the past, Philippa had been extraordinarily coy about showing her work to her friends. ‘Eat Me’ was the first story she’d ever let them see. It seemed unfair to be overly suspicious. But she decided to play safe. ‘It was okay, I guess.’ Raising the glass of coffee to her lips, Julia looked away from the others and slipped back into her reverie.
    She’d succumbed to a fit of the giggles as they left the restaurant, for Jake had to bend nearly double in a vain attempt to conceal his condition. He tossed her a doleful look. In the cab, he drew her willing hand to the bulge in his pants and kissed her wetly. He slid his hand into her stretch miniskirt and, as she wriggled encouragingly, into her panties, and did a Burke and Wills with his fingers. He stroked and probed until she was nearly vibrating with pleasure. When she noticed the cab driver’s eyes glued to the rear-view mirror, it only heightened the thrill.
    â€˜Mmmm,’ exhaled Julia. ‘Uh, mmmm, right over there, yes, that’s it, yes, oh, yes.’ The driver pulled up in front of her block of flats. Jake pulled out of her panties.
    As she paid the speechless driver, Jake looked away, as if there was some urgent matter demanding his attention in the opposite direction. He’d vagued out in a similar manner when the restaurant bill had arrived. Julia didn’t really mind. Being a freelance photographer, she was far from rich, but she did well enough, and certainly always had money to wine and dine the sweet young things she fancied.
    In the bedroom, Julia yanked off Jake’s top and fumbled impatiently with his belt and the buttons of his fly. She was so keen that it caught her a bit off balance when he signalled her to slow down.
    He peeled off Julia’s clothes as if they were the leaves of a steamed artichoke, savouring each item with his nose, eyes and skin, cherishing the tender inner leaves most of all. He pushed her gently onto her back on the bed and, holding down her hands at her side, began to move at a languorous pace down her body, devouring her with his eyes. His gaze lingered over her nipples, noting their fine deep colouring, and rested briefly on the smooth Mediterranean caramel of her belly before proceeding down to the most exquisite savouries,