murmured, 'How are you fixed for Friday?'Yessssssi Yessssss!Friday 27 January9st 3 (but stuffed with Genoan food), alcohol units 8, cigarettes 400 (feels like), calories 8

he murmured. 'I think it should lie down on the floor.' As he started to undo the zip he whispered, 'This is just a bit of fun, OK? I don't think we should start getting involved.' Then, caveat in place, he carried on with the zip. Had it not been for Sharon and the fuckwittage and the fact I'd just drunk the best part of a bottle of wine, I think I would have sunk powerless into his arms. As