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and thanked us for looking after the vehicle. I wondered if he could smell the heavy musk of sex in the air, mixed with the polished mustiness of coach travel. I smelled it, and it haunted me all the way home.
    Just before the boys reached their stop, we exchanged phone numbers and I invited them to my party. Though it was meant to be only for old college friends, I couldn’t resist. I had just experienced something special, and to be perfectly honest, I was hoping to experience it again on my fortieth birthday—what a way to start the descent down the other side of the age hill.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Parties always seem like such a good idea in the planning stage, but as the appointed hour approaches you always end up in a mad, blind panic. Well, I do. It didn’t help that I’d worked on my birthday—only ‘til lunchtime but still, it ate into my preparation time.
    I ended up trying to empty packets of crisps, dry my hair and burn a party music CD all at the same time around an hour before people were due to arrive. Almost everyone I’d invited had replied, but only half of them had confirmed they’d be coming. I’d not heard a peep from Darren, but really that was no surprise. I was bitterly disappointed but I tried not to let it show. I contented myself with the knowledge that Simon and Paul would be coming. The promise of hot, threesome sex with a bi male couple perked me right up.
    As I slipped into my tight red, floral dress, I went through my party checklist in my mind.
    Nibbles, check, sexy frock, check, party mix, check, booze and ice, check and extra condoms and lube, check. I was ready for everything and feeling fairly excited. My fortieth year was definitely looking promising or at least the start of it was.
    For a while after that I was too busy to think, welcoming guests, pouring drinks, hugging friends and finding out all about their new jobs as fully trained doctors. I tried not to drink too much. I know from experience that tipsy is good for sexual liaisons but plastered is bad. I tend to pass out or throw up before the good bits start. However, when an hour had passed and there wasn’t a sign of Simon and Paul or Darren, I started to feel a little melancholy.
    I felt rather selfish for feeling like that since all these lovely people had turned up and they were trying their best to ensure a good time was had by all. There was much dancing, drinking and laughing, and I joined in too, hoping no one would notice my low levels of enthusiasm. I’d gotten to a point where I wondered if I’d started my menopause early—sometimes medical knowledge is a curse—when a loud knock at the door shook me from my reverie.
    “Well you passed the fashionably late mark about half an hour ago,” I said as I held open the door and ushered Simon and Paul inside.
    “I know,” Simon sighed and shook his head. “I’m so sorry but Paul here was late home from work.”
    “Because you’re plans were out of whack by an inch,” Paul snapped back, taking off his faded denim jacket and revealing a black cotton shirt beneath.
    “I’ll take that,” I offered.
    “The builders built it wrong,” Simon mumbled, unbuttoning his expensive woollen coat and folding it meticulously before he passed it to me.
    “That’s it. Blame someone else,” Paul huffed.
    “Oh, will you two behave?” I snapped. Maybe it was the third glass of wine I’d just drank or maybe I was hitting early menopause but I certainly was not in the mood to listen to them bickering all night. “It’s my party, and you’ll leave your work at the door.”
    “Sorry.” Paul looked sheepish and Simon followed suit. “It’s been one of those days.”
    Simon nodded and peace reigned at last. I hung their coats on the rack in the corridor before leading them to the kitchen and offering them a drink. Simon took wine and Paul ripped into a can of lager. For