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nothing more than the usual banal
lines. Oh, would you look at Pippa , gallivanting off
there. Did you see her tail wagging when she was sniffing that clump of grass? Nervous laughter. The clearing of a
throat. A sniff of the nose just to fill the silence. What I was dying to say was: Would you take me roughly, down there on the
grass, fuck me ragged? And would you suck on my nipple while you’re at it,
because I really enjoy that. Oh, and a whisper in my ear telling me you like it
hot and hard and fast would go down a treat too. Just saying. Shrug. You know how it is.
    It wasn’t
going how I wanted it to, how I’d wanted it to on so many nights like this.
Could I carry on this way, Bob being polite, me being just as polite, knowing
anything more wouldn’t happen? I supposed that having him with me every evening
apart from the two he had off each week was better than not being with him at
all. And I had my fantasies, which warmed me between my legs at night. But
pleasuring myself wasn’t quite the same as having
someone there with me. Someone else doing the
touching, the licking, the inserting. And by myself, I missed out on kisses and
cuddles, unless I counted wrapping my arms around my middle afterwards, and
that only served to make me feel lonelier.
    I was a
bit of a lost cause, really.
    Could I be
bold enough to do anything about it, though? Wasn’t it better to try than to
always have what if floating through my
mind?
    Pippa scampered off to the
side of the garden—well, I say garden, it was more like a field—and squatted to
do more than just pee. I waited for her to finish then scooped her business
into a poop bag, tied it, and continued walking once she’d gambolled off into
the darkness.
    “We should
go back now, Miss Hillary. We’re out later than we usually are, and I don’t
like to think about who could be lurking in the bushes there.”
    I looked
at the bushes, highlighted by Bob’s flashlight beam, and shuddered at what he’d
said. Yes, anyone could be in there, could have climbed over the fence
surrounding the property, even though it was eight feet high. If a stalker or
journalist were determined enough, they’d be resourceful in how they managed to
get over.
    “I
suppose,” I said, not in the least bit tired. The cold air had chased away any
strains of fatigue I might have had before we’d come out. “ Pippa ,”
I called, waiting for her to appear beside us before turning and heading towards
the house.
    We walked
around the side to go back in via the kitchen door, but a scraping sound coming
from the front had Bob grabbing my hand and shoving me behind him.
    “Stay
close,” he said quietly, creeping forward.
    My heart
was thumping madly, and I scooped Pippa up in my
arms, holding her wiggling body close. She chose that moment to pant her
Pedigree Chum breath right in my face, and I turned my head to peer around hers.
The front security lights splashed on, and my stomach muscles clenched. Bloody
hell, this was all we needed, some nutter knocking on the front door, bold as
you like.
    Bob poked
his head around the corner, muttered “Fuck!” then legged it out of sight. I
stayed close to the house and peered out to see what had made him bolt. He held
a man in a headlock, the pair of them struggling, the man trying to buck Bob
off, and Bob trying to hold him still.
    “What the
fuck do you think you’re up to?” Bob said, wrestling the man to the ground.
    Pippa writhed to be put down,
and I was in two minds whether to let her go. She might get hurt. Quickly, I
ran to Bob’s car and yanked on the back door handle, thankful that it opened. I
popped Pippa on the rear seat and her poop bag in the footwell , then shut her in.
Running around the car to help Bob, I saw I wasn’t needed after all. He had
successfully cuffed the man’s hands behind his back and straddled him as the stranger floundered face-down on the drive. My heart rate
didn’t seem as though it would slow any time soon, so I