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It's your home. It's your bedroom. It’s your life. Kick him out. Kick him. Diane kicked her husband in the shins, hard enough for him to recoil in pain and quick enough to give her time to breath and wipe the blood from her face.  She stood smartly from the bed and straightened her pencil skirt. She picked up Jerry's shirt collar, and pulled him to the bedroom door.
    "Goodnight, Jerry. That's enough blood for one day".
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
    “I should call her, just in case.” Danny mumbled to himself and tapped his foot on the floor; making a mental note to hoover later. “This place is always a mess. Good thing I don’t have a social life, otherwise I would actually have to clean the place up a bit.” Mental note Two: buy cleaning products.
    “She doesn’t need you interrupting her life. Stupid boy.” Danny’s conscience chimed in.
    Funny, he thought , he’s normally quiet. I just want to make sure she’s OK, and maybe see if she has heard of anything about the girl. It’s important to find out if she knows anything. Whenever Danny thought of his conscience, he always imagined the cricket from Pinocchio, with a top hat and tails. Danny’s complete opposite. He looked in the mirror at his shabby appearance: two-year-old jeans, a band tee, and Converses he had owned since he finished college. “I need to go shopping… “
    Danny went in to the corridor and took the cordless phone off of the wall. He punched in the numbers and waited for the dial-tone. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in breathe-
    “Hello?” Relief smacked him round the face as he heard Diane’s voice. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Her voice became irritated. “If you’re a salesperson-“
    “No, Diane, it’s me, Danny – from the other night. You said to give you a call. I hope that was alright…” He scratched the back of his head as he waited for her to reply.
    “That was two days ago, Danny. I was beginning to think you weren’t interested. Listen…” He could feel her smiling: it was in her voice.
    “ She’s such a tease, Danny.” Danny tried to ignore the insulting voice in his head, and drew himself back into the conversation Diane had continued; apparently unaware that Danny wasn’t listening.
    “So, we can meet there at say, eight o’clock? Does that sound OK to you? Danny?”
    “Yep, eight is great-“Danny’s conscience kicked him, “Eight is great, what are you: a poetic twelve year old?” Danny ran his fingers over the phone mount on the wall. “ It’s fine. Where did you say you wanted to meet?”
    “The pub from the other night: The Rose and Crown, just off of Spring Lane. Do you remember how to get there? I could swing by in a taxi if you like?”
    Danny pictured the two of them in the back of a taxi together; legs touching, dips in the road making them jump. Her hand touches his leg… “That sounds perfect. Shall I give you my address?”
    “Yes, that would help” Diane giggled down the phone. She sounded like a teenager, not a woman a good fifteen years older than he was. She sounds different from the other night…
    “It’s 5 Winston Close-“
    “Got it, my old gardener lived around there. I know the area pretty well actually, considering I’ve never lived on that side of town.”
    Curiosity got the better of him, “How do you know where your old gardener lives?”
    “He used to do more than preen the roses if you know my meaning.” She didn’t sound afraid to admit such information to a perfect stranger, but then again, she seemed as if she was trying to warn him. Diane had a distinct element of promiscuity about her, as if she instinctively drew you in to her arms: a praying mantis with a hidden agenda. Unfortunately, in his drunken state and with the night that followed, Danny could not remember much more than the smell of her perfume and the feeling that she was more than she let on.
    “OK, I’ll see you tonight then, bye.”
    “Bye.” Danny