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called round to Gracie’s house later that day to collect Max, he wasn’t
expecting her to tell him that Sarah had already beaten him to it. She rarely returned
home before seven or eight pm, sometimes later. Her commitment to her job was
far greater than his, not to mention her work ethic. Not that he was about to
complain about his wife coming home early; it would be nice to have an extended
evening together, especially after the day he’d just had.
    ‘Anybody home?’ he
shouted, taking off his coat and hanging it on a peg in the hallway.
    ‘We’re in here.’
    ‘What are you doing
back so early?’ he asked, joining Sarah and Max at the kitchen table and
leaning over to kiss her cheek.
    ‘I don’t know why, but
I’m exhausted,’ Sarah replied.
    ‘Are you feeling alright?’
    ‘I think so. I don’t
feel particularly ill, just worn out.’ Her mind drifted to her lunchtime
rendezvous with Tom. She could think of one reason why she might be more tired
than usual.
    ‘Well whatever it is,
it’s a nice surprise. Everything alright, Max?’
    ‘Fine,’ he replied, too
engrossed in his iPhone to look up and acknowledge his father.
    ‘Do me a favour, son.
Either turn that damn thing off or play it somewhere else would you?’
    ‘See ya,’ Max said,
climbing down from his stool and trudging out of the room.
    Sam shook his head as
he watched him leave. ‘You know, when I was his age I used to read comics and
books. Those bloody computer games are turning our kids into the living dead.’
    ‘Oh, he’s alright. He’s
already done his homework.’
    ‘All the same...’
    ‘Anyway, what are you
doing back? I thought you had a tight deadline for that website you’re
writing.’
    ‘One late night’s
enough for me. Besides, I’ve been allocated an extra resource, for all the good
it’ll do me.’
    ‘What extra resource?’
    ‘An intern! Can you
believe it?’
    ‘What for?’
    ‘Lord only knows. It
was Tom’s idea: he said that she was at a loose end and that seeing as I’m the
only one who seems busy at the moment I could maybe use the help.’
    ‘Sounds like a good
idea.’
    ‘It’s a terrible idea.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Am I the only one
around here who thinks there’s a certain amount of skill involved in
copywriting?’
    ‘That’s not fair. You
know I don’t think that.’
    ‘Well, seemingly Tom
and every bugger else does.’
    ‘Maybe you should give her
a chance. She might be better than you think.’
    ‘I doubt it. Anyway, it
doesn’t look as if I’ve got a say in the matter.’
    ‘What’s she like,
this…’
    ‘Gabrielle. She seems
okay. She’s certainly keen enough. Blonde, attractive, fresh from university. Tom
certainly knows how to pick ‘em.’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Sorry?’
    ‘What do you mean: ‘Tom
certainly knows how to pick ‘em’?’
    ‘I mean, that every
intern Tom takes on just so happens to be female and good looking. No wonder
there are always rumours about him.’
    Luckily for Sarah, Sam
was too focused on checking his phone to notice the redness spreading across her
face.
    ‘Rumours?’ she asked,
as casually as she was able given the fact that only five hours earlier she’d
been lying in a hotel bed with his cum swimming around inside her. Unable to hide
her embarrassment, she stood up and walked to the kettle and then to the sink,
her eyes closed as she pretended to stare out of the kitchen window.
    ‘Oh, come on,’ Sam
said, oblivious to his wife’s behaviour. ‘How many times have I told you about
Tom’s roving eye? The randy sod would flirt with a dog turd if it was wearing a
skirt. Why do you think Jane and him are always at each other’s throats?’
    ‘Jane’s hardly the
easiest woman in the world to live with. She’d start an argument with herself
if she stared in the mirror long enough.’
    ‘True, but it’s no
wonder she’s always on edge. Far be it for me to fan the flames, but they do
say that there’s no smoke without