.. I mean ... this isn't a date ... is it?"She cocked her head, watching him, neutrally. "What are you getting at, Dennis?" It's difficult. We're frie...nds, right?" Of course." What if ... I wanted to maybe be ... more than ... friends?" Knowing what I've just told you?" That? That has nothing to do with you being a very special person. In fact, it makes me think you're even more special."She looked down at her plate, then back up, reached out and took his hand where it was resting on the. “Down there?”I shook my head feeling a sense of panic rise, “N… no” I answered, “should I?”She took a sip of her drink and raised her eyes to mine, “Probably not a good idea today, we don’t want any cuts, do we?” she stated rhetorically before continuing. “I’d recommend shampooing and conditioning your pubes so at least they’re nice and soft.” She smiled and I could see the humour in her eyes.“What?” I asked with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.She looked into my eyes, “This is one. " Yes sir, and thank you sir," I said bowing deeply. May I take the tray now?" He nodded and I bowed again before leaving the room.It was strange what the lure of sex could do to a man. I had become a lackey to a teenager, who was for the first time in my life providing me with regular sex. He knew exactly that and was taking full advantage, treating me like a menial servant in return for letting me have sex with my own wife. Twenty-five years of two maybe three times a month at the most, with. She’d gone mad in Crete and Turkey. She’d done it on the dance floor. She’d done it at the bus stop. She’d done it on the beach at Brighton, after a night out at the Zap Club. “So. What about you, Fatima? You ever gone mad?” Fatima shook her head sadly. She just couldn’t compete with Ella. And she didn’t have the confidence to lie about it either. “I’ve never really gone mad. In that way. Ever.” “What? You’ve never been to the Balearics or anything?” “Yeah. I’ve been there. With a friend..