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momentarily alarmed. ‘Are you sure she was okay?’
    Minnie groaned. ‘More than okay. She was ecstatic.’ Minnie pictured the scene. ‘Even though she was making that horrendous sound that reminded me of a guinea pig being eaten by a fox.’
    ‘Don’t be silly, how would you know what that…’ said Angie fearfully, her voice tailing off. 
    Minnie nodded. ‘Next door neighbour’s pet.’
    Angie paled. The evening was going from bad to worse. 
    The two friends sat in stunned silence for a moment. 
    ‘James George, really ?’ Angie’s shock was understandable. It was completely out of character. James was a code breaker not a heart breaker.
    ‘Yes. Really,’ cried Minnie. She sat with her head in her hands, inches from the dog bowl. ‘He was punching way above his weight, too. She was absolutely gorgeous.’
    ‘ You’re gorgeous,’ said Angie, crossly. ‘Don’t put yourself down.’
    ‘I’m barely average,’ reasoned Minnie. ‘I’m sensible not flexible.’
    ‘Minnie, stop this.’
    ‘ This was proper gorgeous.’
    ‘Really?’ Angie looked doubtful. ‘Perhaps he paid this for sex.’
    ‘Is this supposed to make me feel better?’ asked Minnie miserably, suddenly suffocatingly hot underneath Angie’s blanket. ‘Because it’s not working.’
    ‘Damn, men should be given out in sample sizes,’ ranted Angie. ‘Like those small tubes of toothpaste. It would be good to trial them first before we invest in the real thing. Save so much time and trouble later.’
    Minnie didn’t respond, too stricken to voice an opinion.
    ‘You should cry,’ urged Angie, looking concerned. ‘Let it all out.’
    ‘I harden and freeze, remember?’ sniffed Minnie, shocked and dry-eyed. ‘Quantum rules of physics.’
    Angie raised an eyebrow and said, ‘Really? Because it looks like you’re sweating profusely to me.’
     
    Minnie continued to talk Angie through the bedroom scene in graphic frame-by-frame detail – ‘James George and Medusa: The Director’s Cut’. She needed to expel the words as forcibly as one would exorcise an evil spirit. She could feel a leaden lump in her gut. Minnie ploughed on, desperate to rid her body of the images from the adulterous horror show. She knew she had to do this, now, before they became a part of her and she felt possessed and demonic herself. Angie listened, horribly fascinated but visibly shocked as Minnie recaptured the scene in painstakingly excruciating detail from distinguishing birth marks to hair extensions.
    Angie frowned, furious. The more she heard, the angrier she got.
    There was a moment’s silence as Minnie ended the description with her fleeing the scene, shoeless and breathless, into the silvery-grey summer night.
    Angie jumped to her feet scattering animals. ‘I’m going round there,’ she seethed.
    ‘No! Please,’ begged Minnie. ‘It will make it worse.’
    ‘ Worse ? What could possibly be worse than what you’ve just been put through?’
    ‘No more drama. Please.’
    Angie flounced around the room. ‘I just hate it that James George did this to you. I could bloody kill him.’
    Minnie started to speak but the words came out as a gurgling sound.
    ‘It’s not right,’ continued Angie. ‘It’s despicable behaviour.’
    ‘Please don’t go,’ begged Minnie. 
    Angie sat back down, lips pursed. ‘What the hell was he thinking?’
    Minnie shivered, face still hovering over the dog bowl.
    ‘Did you recognise the woman?’
    Minnie shook her head.
    ‘What if I phone James George instead?’
    ‘And say what?’
    ‘You don’t need to know the details.’
    ‘What’s the use?’ said Minnie wearily, suddenly exhausted.
    ‘Death threats are often effective.’
    ‘Let him suffer in silence,’ pleaded Minnie. ‘For now.’
    Angie opened her mouth to suggest more immediate cut-throat action but Minnie looked so incredibly sad and weary that she couldn’t put her friend through any more misery.
    ‘I’ll stay right here,’ Angie