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Claudia hadn’t let on to her friends that she’d had a fraught weekend with Leonard. Their fight had been an accumulation of several issues (mainly her own insecurities, she had to admit) culminating in an explosive argument on the way back from Jen’s party. This time it had been Brigit, Jen’s daughter, who had triggered Claudia’s reaction.

“I’m not jealous!” she had yelled, following Leonard into her apartment.

Exasperated, Leonard had yelled back, “Then stop acting like you are!”

She kicked off her strapless sandals and half stumbled towards the bar to pour herself a nightcap. “Want one?” she’d asked.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Claudy? Maybe that’s why you’re acting like…”

“Like what?”

“Like this.”

She poured herself a whisky – neat, no ice – and downed it in one gulp. Grimacing, she said, “I don’t trust her. That’s all.”

“Because?”

“Because. I don’t know. I think she’s an insecure little bitch who needs to prove her worth by fucking other women’s men.” Claudia sounded insecure herself. I’m a therapist for God’s sake.

“Tjo, Claudy is that you?” Leonard sank into the couch. “That’s Jen’s daughter; your best friend for Christ’s sake.”

She moved towards her lover. She could see him pull back at first; her behaviour wasn’t exactly a turn-on and she knew his decision not to reject her was calculated. Typical lawyer.

“Okay, okay,” she’d said. “I’m sorry. Maybe I know too much about her.”

“Come here,” Leonard had said, pulling her towards him. “Let me show you how much you turn me on.”

He unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick. “You see this big boy? He wants you.”

Claudia’s anger had dissolved, “Ooh, you’re sounding very much like one of our ex-ministers.” She chuckled at her own joke.

“That’s because it’s my big boy dick-pic everyone uses,” he’d played along. “Do you want some?”

Claudia loved role-playing. “Mr Minister, do I want some!” she said. Her mouth had moved down. Then she’d knelt over him, drunkenly she had to admit, and licked him like she would an irresistible ice-lolly on a sweltering hot day. His dick was a good diversion from the real issues that pressed heavily on her. She rose from her knees unsteadily and unzipped her butter-yellow silk dress, stepped out of it, and tossed the Apsley House number across the room. She knew her legs were her best asset. She straddled Leonard where he sat, on her couch overloaded with cushions overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, where a large oil tanker waited for permission to enter the harbour, her legs vice-like round him. They kissed long and hard. Eventually Leonard broke free.

“I need this big boy to go anywhere he desires,” he had whispered in her ear.

“Fuck you, Lenny. Your big boy ain’t going anywhere near my arse.”

They both screamed with laughter. “If this big boy gets what he wants you will never have to worry about any other woman ever again.” He unclasped her legs and pushed her gently down onto the couch which seemed to suck her in.

“It ain’t happening.” Her giggles were muted by the pillows.

“I know.” But he’d teased her with his tongue anyway. Leonard flipped her over.

“Leonard,” she shrieked with laughter. “I’m dead serious.”

His tongue probed her ear. Shew, I’m drunk, she thought, loving the sensation of his touch.