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The Travelodge again. Lying in Craig’s arms, replete. I can’t get hold of any more MDMA. Bob has disappeared. Maybe he is lying low. Maybe the police have got him. I don’t think that Craig liked it. He said it made him feel wiped out, half dead, after the initial euphoria. But I found the euphoria fantastic. Euphoria, euphoria, euphoria. Bob, please be there next time. Please give me some more.

Craig is asleep, his breath rising and falling across my cheek. We have not had as much time as usual today as he was fifteen minutes late, and when you only have an hour, fifteen minutes makes a big difference. He stirs and sits up. He edges off the bed, steps towards the doorway to collect his scattered clothes. My stomach lurches with desire to take him in my mouth again as I did after the funeral, bringing him off in the bathroom in Jenni’s parents’ bungalow, no one knowing we were in there. On a high like badly behaved teenagers. That is what he makes me feel like. A teenager again, on a voyage of discovery. I get off the bed and step towards him.

‘What are you doing?’ he asks. ‘No, Carly. I have to go.’

He pulls away from me and starts to dress, quickly covering himself up with grey Gap underpants. I’ll get him something smarter for his birthday. Something more figure enhancing.

I go back and lie on the bed, watching him dress.

‘Why are you in such a hurry?’ I ask.

He puts his fingers to his lips.

‘No discussion. Something to do with my family.’

This is how we have agreed to cope with our deceit, by pretending we don’t have families.

‘Family. I didn’t even know you had a family,’ I say and smile.

He smiles back. Fully dressed, he comes and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. He leans across and kisses me gently on the lips.

‘Today was great. Thank you,’ he says.

‘Next week, I’ve booked a treat.’

‘Are you going to tell me or is it a secret?’

‘I have to tell you, or you won’t know where to go.’

He frowns.

‘Where to go?’

‘I’ve booked a hotel a few miles away for us for the whole night; we can have dinner in our room.’

The smile that was still playing at the edge of his lips disappears.

‘Carly. I meant it when we said nothing personal. No attachment. A sex-only partnership. Fuck buddies.’ He sighs. ‘I thought you agreed. Otherwise I would never have started this.’ There is a pause. ‘How can you expect me to do that?’

‘Was our bathroom blowjob nothing personal?’

‘It was ten minutes. Like a wank.’

‘Is that what I am, a sophisticated wank?’

He looks uncomfortable.

‘Surely sex this good must mean something?’ I ask.

He doesn’t reply. He looks agitated.

‘Do you have sex this good with Jenni?’

He stands up to leave, eyes flashing.

‘Leave Jenni out of this.’