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vessel. I might not have been a particularly assertive person but I did not put up with that. That’s what I’d always told myself, but now it’d happened to me, I wasn’t so sure.
    I just wished he would stop caressing my shoulders and playing with my hair because it was really distracting my thoughts of retribution. It was so damn soothing and comforting. I especially liked it when he ran his fingers around my ears.
    “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry I got so freaked out.”
    Shit. I’m such a coward. What was it with me and men?
    He hugged me and held me, confident he’d got away with it. Stupid, stupid Dan.
    And so I forgave him. Stupid, stupid Alex.
     

CHAPTER 5
    It was the following day and Dan was late. I’d moved on from the incident of the night before and was dreaming about my man again and the wonderful things we would do in my new bedroom.
    The loud banging on the front door echoed easily into the kitchen where I was knocking 80-year-old grey tiles from the stone walls. I was enjoying the demolition, despite the filth and dust, and pictured Grims’ face when I needed an extra heave of energy. I was daydreaming about how great it’d feel to take this large, metal scraper to his forehead when the knock roused me from my happy musings.
    My visitor was a woman about my age, shorter and who had the most amazing curves. She had a tiny waist, flat tummy, a buxom bust that was barely restrained in a low-cut navy blouse and full bottom which was encased in fitted light-blue jeans. Snazzy black heels graced her tiny feet. Brunette hair swept her shoulders and forehead with an effortless wave and she had soft-looking pink skin, blue eyes and full lips.
    She was very, very pretty.
    “Hi, I’m Candice,” she said. “And you’ve been fucking my husband.”
    I don’t think I can put into words effectively what my reaction was after that line was delivered. I’m sure I first resembled a ghost and even shook for authenticity. Then I turned a tomato red when the embarrassment crashed in.
    “But… but…”
    She was remarkably calm. “He didn’t tell you he was married, did he?”
    I shook my head.
    “Can I come in?”
    Finally my voice caught back up with me. “Okay. As long as you’re sure.”
    “Absolutely. I want to talk to you.”
    I showed her into the formal lounge, decorated with milk crates, tools and enormous amounts of dust.
    “Sorry about the mess.”
    Candice didn’t respond. She just sat on a milk crate, dust and all , and stared up at me. I had no idea what to say.
    I’d never slept with a married man before. I believed in monogamy and had been faithful to all my boyfriends. This time I was the ‘other’ woman and felt close to vomiting.
    Candice pulled another crate towards her and patted it. “Please, sit. I won’t bite.”
    “I would if I were you.” But nevertheless, I sat down anyway.
    “My husband and I have an unusual marriage,” Candice began. “We both love sex and have an agreement that we can go outside our marriage but with conditions.”
    I felt a bit relieved to hear that.
    “What conditions?”
    “It couldn’t be in our local area. Strike one.”
    “Oh.”
    “It couldn’t be with a client. Strike two.”
    “Shit. There’s a strike three?”
    “No, not yet. But there may be unless you listen.”
    “Sure.”
    “You see, Alex, my husband has told me about you. He says you’re excellent in the sack and has been very explicit about your activities.”
    “He actually told you what we did?”
    “Of course. We’re very open like that. Naturally, I was jealous.”
    “Naturally?”
    “And so, I’ve come to see for myself. To see if he was telling the truth or just trying to mess with me. He does that sometimes.”
    “And?”
    “Looking at you right now, I’d say he was telling the truth.”
    “Right…”
    “And what I haven’t told you yet, is that we often share.”
    “Share what?”
    “The women he sleeps with.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I like women and