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up my mind I
run across the road and make my way home.
     
     

CHAPTER
FIVE
     
     
    'Why the fuck did you
leave me?'
    I move aside to let a very
pissed off and dishevelled George into my flat. I’m as equally
pissed off, because I'd just managed to get warm and snug in bed
when he banged on my door. I'm actually surprised it took him so
long, but I bet his father wouldn't let him chase me home and this
would have fuelled George's anger more.
    Returning home, I couldn't
wait to get the dress off and my face clear off all the make-up. It
was like I needed to clear all the sleaze and corruption from me to
be clean once more. That's what hanging around Gaskill does to me.
He makes me feel unclean and unworthy.
    'I left because he never
turned up and you know damn well how much I hate going to these
things. Also I am pig sick of your father having snide digs at
me.'
    'Well if you'd have stuck
around then you would have known that bastard was late as usual,'
George snaps. 'Did some fucking speech, sauntered around and then
fucked off again.'
    Grabbing my robe, I shrug
it on as George sits down on my sofa. I am fully aware I'm not
going back to bed just yet. George is not going to move any time
soon. I get why he's angry, but in reality, even if I'd met Harry
it doesn't mean that he'd fall at my feet. Just because George
thinks I'm god's gift doesn't mean that everyone else feels the
same way. True, I've never had problems when it comes to men. My
problem is keeping hold of them. They never seem to hold my
interest long enough. I get bored far too easily.
    I have some stupid
romantic notion that there will be one guy out there that will
knock me clean off my feet and he will be the one. I realise that
the reality means that I could be waiting a long time, but I'm
prepared at the moment to hold out hope.
    'You do know it's twice
you've called him that. I take it you don't like him?' I say
sitting beside him.
    'What do you think?' he
mutters. 'He treats his wife like shit.'
    'I think that you need to
think about whether you want your supposed best friend to try and
seduce a guy like that if he's that bad. You know you are supposed
to like me.'
    George turns my way with a
glazed look in his eyes. Great! A drunken George is an
unpredictable George and sure enough the next thing to come out of
his mouth is obvious.
    'You know how I feel about
you. Let me stay?'
    His face moves close to
mine and instinctively my body tenses. Not through fear, but more
of knowing how much power he really holds over me. He's the only
one who does. I'd never allow anyone to get under my skin. I don't
like letting anyone in. But George holds an advantage that I
desperately try and change every day. I get to my feet and pull the
large throw that hangs on my sofa and drag it towards
him.
    'Sofa it is then?' he
smiles.
    'Goodnight George,' I kiss
him on the cheek and make my way back to bed.
    As I tuck myself under the
covers, I find I'm staring at the door, waiting for it to open.
Just one last plea or beg to share the bed, but after a few moments
I hear the sound of his drunken snore.
    Memories of a camping trip
come to mind. Once again it involved too many beers. Cooped up in
some small tent and just the two of us. George's persistence that I
am the only woman he wants. Then the wandering hands until I slap
him so hard that he falls over and nearly collapses the tent. Of
course the cold light of day brought apologies, especially since I
had kicked him out of the tent to sleep outside.
    But I know better not to
push him too far and we were soon friends once more. It took a long
time to trust him after that. But no matter how long ago it was, I
still get nervous when he drinks and I still wonder how much longer
he will put up with our platonic relationship. He's a man after
all.
     

CHAPTER
SIX
     
     
     
    'Why am I here again?' I
mumble as I slouch on the wooden chair.
    'Because some of us need
to work and I also could do with the company.'
    It's been over