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next year now. They’ve gone on tour…Ireland I think.’ Ben downed the rest of his pint. ‘I’ll let you know, if you like?’
    ‘Yes, I’d like that,’ he said, surprised to find Ben’s glass already empty. ‘Another?’
    ‘Sure,’ Ben said
    It was after that second pint that Clive began to enjoy himself. That was until a hen party of ten strong—the intended bride complete with tiara and fairy wings—claimed the table next to them.
    The women were noisy, drunk, and fully expected the rest of the people in the bar to accept, without a complaint, their stupid behaviour and loudness. Clive could see that most of the male patrons had decided to grin and bear it, except one or two of the older men at the bar who finished their drinks and left. The women clientele were all smiles and one or two even began cooing about the coming marriage in a similar way to how Mother and Margaret cooed over Emily.
    They tried to carry on with their conversation and ignore the party until one of them, the one with mousy blonde hair that reminded Clive of Lizzie’s before she had dyed it that ridiculous shade of red, staggered towards Ben and flung her arms around him dumping herself onto his lap, much to the great amusement of her friends.
    One of the group called out, ‘you planning to be next then, Tassie?’
    As she ran her fingers through Ben’s hair, Clive’s hands were hot with the desire to choke the life out of her. He could see that Ben was trying to be gracious and remained smiling but also that he was getting more and more embarrassed at the vulgar comments and suggestions from the other girls as they egged Tassie on. Tassie’s hand was now sliding up Ben’s inner thigh.
    Unable to stand it any longer, he stood ready to leave. ‘Shall we get out of here?’
    Ben seemed grateful for the interference, as it spurred him into action. As he jumped up to follow Clive, the slut slipped onto the floor where she sat in an ungraceful, ugly position with her legs wide open, laughing while her mates screamed with laughter amid their caterwauling.
    As they reached the fresh air, Clive found that he was shaking with anger, devastated that his chance to get to know Ben lay in ruins, thanks to those women. Were females always going to ruin his life? He stood wondering if he was brave enough to suggest they adjourn to a different venue when Ben interrupted his thoughts.
    ‘Think I’ll head home. You?’
    Clive tried to keep the bitter disappointment out of his voice. ‘Yes. There’s a programme I want to see.’
    With a brief, ‘See you tomorrow then,’ Ben was gone, leaving Clive standing alone and oblivious to the people passing by and going over and over in his head every word that had been spoken between them. He found he couldn’t clutch onto any promise of real interest or desire from Ben.
    Walking back to his car, his anger grew. Who knew what would have happened if those disgusting girls hadn’t taken over? Maybe he was being naive and it was nothing more than two colleagues meeting up for a drink after work. The fantasy and need were all on his side. Ben had probably been glad of a chance to escape. Clive’s Mother had already proven he was unlovable, so why would anyone else be willing to give it a try?
    It wasn’t until he was driving home that he realised there was nothing to stop him allowing his hands the expression they were craving. He squeezed the steering wheel hard and felt the strength in his grip.
    In Mr Argyle’s unarmed combat class, they had touched on the theory of killing silently and quickly, not that they were allowed to put the knowledge into practice, but Clive could still recall every detail. Plus, he knew he could further his education via the ever-helpful Internet.
    He felt excited by the power he could have over life and death. However, if he gave in to his impulse to harm any of his family, he knew he would be an immediate suspect. Clive had seen too many TV programmes not to know that