“Maybe we could do it again?” “Definitely” I gasped without hesitation. We both laughed atmy enthusiasm. Without a word he came around my des...k and started kissing me. “What now?” I spluttered. “I have to hold an interview inten minutes!” I glanced at my clock. “We better make it quick then” he smiled mischievously. Hequickly bent me over the desk and pulled up my skirt over my hips...his handsfound my breasts and moments later I heard his zip being opened. Withoutanother word he ripped off. That pale yellow scarecrow wasn’t your friend, couldn’t be – no way! No fucking way! But it was. The eyes never lie and you could see it in those glassy-black orbs. You’d always loved him, and he you, the way best friends do. That’s why the betrayal hurt so bad, right? Best friends don’t stab one another in the back? You went to the side of the scarecrow’s bed, looked down into the stranger’s searching eyes one more time. What did you see? Hope? Scorn? Pity? Or did you feel the love you’d known. “Yes, sir! Oh my god!”“You enjoy this Balkan cock, don’t you?”“God yes! God yes,” she screamed.“You’re the perfect pet,” he exhaled.“I love being your pet! Fuck me harder. Go deep, Karel!”Artur and Asha were spooning.“I want you to come spend time with me in London,” he announced.“What am I gonna do there?”“Whatever you want. I have a 220-square meter flat in the city. I live there alone.”“Aren’t you married?”“My wife lives in the country house,” the footballer offered casually.“So, you want me. Lydia and I were married immediately out of college and I entered the Air Force as a brand new second lieutenant and started pilot training to get my wings. The first 7 or 8 years of my air force career were pretty standard with nothing remarkable to talk about. I got my wings and was assigned to a squadron and Lydia and I began our life in the air force together.It was a great life. Being part of a squadron was just like being part of a big family or more precisely, a clan. We did everything.