Not possible! The bulge had grown even bigger. I jumped up and switched the radio to a quieter music station. “Our guest...I mean Roger must be hungry,” I almost shouted. Frowning at me, Jennifer abruptly stopped dancing. “Oh you’re right, Dear.” She turned to Roger. “Roger would you...” Her eyes widened. I wanted to jump up and block her view. Her face grew rosy as she stared at Roger. She started biting her lower lip. (She once told me that this was one of her habits when she got turned on.) Beaming confidently back at her, Roger spread his legs wider. What was he doing that for? It was as if he wanted her to see it. She blinked. “I know this is off topic and a little strange,” she began excitedly, “but I’m curious. Do you mind a personal question?” He shook his head. “The other day, the plumber forgot a porno magazine, and...” “Dear!” I cried aghast. “Jen!” Without removing her eyes from Roger’s thigh, she flicked her hand disdainfully at me. “Its alright, isn’t it, Roger? This. It’s Barry.” The disembodied voice announced.“Barry who?”“From the pub, you know, from the common.”“Oh.” The mental picture ran through her mind. “What do you want Barry?”“Well, I was hoping you might like to come out for a drink.” It had taken Barry a few days to pluck up the courage to push her door bell.“Er ... No, it’s okay Barry. I’m ... er ... a little busy right now.” What she really wanted to say was, fuck off you creep. Having him in the car park was one thing, but having him as a boyfriend was something else entirely.“Oh! Okay. See you around perhaps.” He removed his finger from the intercom.His prospective call started her thinking. She didn’t want a boyfriend right now, but since her legendary episode in the car park, she hadn’t been laid and suddenly missed it. Up to now, she had been too busy feeling sorry for herself and licking wounds. But, Barry ringing her doorbell suddenly tuned her out of that phase. No, it was time to get back into the world, but on her own.
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