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Jenni, even when I’m with Carly I think about you. I always think about you. I know I should finish it with Carly, that what I’m doing is wrong. And last night I very nearly managed to. I was going to. I walked to the Travelodge, psyching myself up; practising what I was about to say in my head.

‘It’s been fun but I don’t want to hurt my wife.’

‘Carly, this isn’t fair on our partners: on Jenni, on Rob.’

‘Carly, I promised to be faithful in church. To keep myself only unto her.’

But as soon as I reached the Travelodge something inside me contorted. The fact I shouldn’t be there turned me on.

Carly had some MDMA with her – brownish powder in a plastic bag. She showed it to me as soon as I arrived. Then she left it on the side by the kettle.

‘Where did you get it?’ I asked, shocked.

‘From Bob, behind the disused cinema.’

‘How did you know about him?’

‘Practically everyone in Stansfield knows about Bob.’

I was so taken aback that I think I must have been standing with my mouth open. She moved towards me and stroked my face.

‘You’re a very naughty girl,’ I said as I started to pull her clothes off; her thin skimpy nurse’s uniform, her lacy bra, her black G-string. ‘In fact I think you’re the worst behaved nurse in the world.’

‘I know I am,’ she said, standing in the dingy room in the Travelodge naked, ready for sex.

Carly always looks ready for sex. It is part of her charm, her allure. ‘And I’ve got some medicine to give you,’ she said as she walked across the bedroom, proud breasts jutting and erect. She shook the powder from the bag into one of the white china coffee mugs, rubbed some on her right forefinger, and walked towards me again. ‘I’ll show you how it’s done.’

I could feel myself straining against my underpants, against my trousers. I removed them to relieve the pressure and started to peel off my shirt.

She was in front of me. She was kissing me. Rubbing MDMA on my gums.

You are a bad girl, Carly. I’m a man who doesn’t take drugs.

‘You’re a bad girl, Carly,’ I almost hummed.

‘I know I am,’ she whispered as she kissed me.

I buried my head in her generous breasts. We clamped together, on the floor, on the bed and my orgasm came slowly. It was tumultuous. Was it the MDMA? Or was it the way she played with me?

Jenni, I love you but I just can’t help it. Carly is so naughty, and you are so good.