What if he recognized her from last night? Hermind was moving in so many different directions that she ran a red lightand came within a whisker of ha...ving an accident. It was then that shedecided she'd better head home and calm down....*********************************************Jason's eyes blinked open. His pounding headache was back.And....Vanessa? He jumped up and looked around, but she was gone. Whatthe hell had happened? There were those jeans, and he'd...it wasn'tpossible. He knew. .. if they were in the mood. There wasn’t anything else that I could add, so we left it at that.If I hadn’t already known that the family probably couldn’t hear us, and it was only Ken being disturbed, I would have had to separate them, they were so noisy.We were all in our appointed places as the family went off to work and school and the airport.The girls wanted to carry on from where we left off yesterday.I said, “nope, breakfast first. And then I want to try exploring outside if we. I am the Brown Jesus!”“I was born in July 1983 so you're six months older than me.”“Wow. You have really nice tits you know. How come they're not all saggy like my mum's tits?”“Maybe because I haven't had k**s yet?! Dickhead!”Initially he told me he was from Kabul but that turned out to be a joke. In reality he was born in Leicester making him twice as English as me.Two weeks later and he was staying at my flat, he was still with Scarlett (just about) and we hadn't fucked although we had kissed. Our sex life particularly had dipped alarmingly, and we rarely fucked anymore. When we did it was just perfunctory. Gone are the days when we would do it anywhere; on a train, in an alley between shops, in a restaurant toilet.Back at home in our bed, Maria is giving me the cold shoulder, literally, she has her back turned against me, reading a magazine. I decide to break the ice.“Look I don’t fancy her, we just get on well.”She put the magazine down, “Yes you fucking do, you’re always staring.