Time and the Hour Runs Through the Roughest Day
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The sex had been rather spectacular and Sarah feels a pang of remorse for leaving the beautiful woman sprawled on the tangled sheets. If only she could remember the name reluctantly given in the crowded pub but by the time she develops a genuine interest in her partners - after sex, when the feverish urgency doesn’t mask the person anymore - she has usually forgotten their names. Maybe it’s just as well, this woman seems to have more baggage than Sarah’s willing to cope with just now.
She said Claudia, Sarah suddenly remembers and smiles as she closes the front door silently.
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It’s bloody cold in the dark kitchen and not even her hot cup of tea can warm Janine up; the uncanny resemblance to so many nights she wishes to erase from her past sends shivers down her spine. At least she wouldn’t have to talk to Mrs Mullroy about leaving Lucy and Mike at her place while she’s gone, they’re all grown up now and don’t need pestering anymore. She knows they’ll want to go to Stephen’s funeral. She won’t let them. They won’t understand. There will be screaming, bitter tears, slamming of doors. She’s tired of it all already.
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She kicks the door shut, not wanting to break the heated kiss even for a second. Clothes are impatiently dragged off and tossed to the ground, hands are roaming over needy flesh as they fall on the sofa, too caught up in the moment to make it to the bedroom. She gasps as two fingers push inside her. So much about foreplay.
Suddenly the phone starts ringing. Fuck.
“Ignore it,” Tim groans, and she can’t help but wonder if he even remembers her name.
“Alison? Maurice Bentley here… I know it’s late but I wasn’t sure if they contacted you…”
The sex had been rather spectacular and Sarah feels a pang of remorse for leaving the beautiful woman sprawled on the tangled sheets. If only she could remember the name reluctantly given in the crowded pub but by the time she develops a genuine interest in her partners - after sex, when the feverish urgency doesn’t mask the person anymore - she has usually forgotten their names. Maybe it’s just as well, this woman seems to have more baggage than Sarah’s willing to cope with just now.
She said Claudia, Sarah suddenly remembers and smiles as she closes the front door silently.
XXX
It’s bloody cold in the dark kitchen and not even her hot cup of tea can warm Janine up; the uncanny resemblance to so many nights she wishes to erase from her past sends shivers down her spine. At least she wouldn’t have to talk to Mrs Mullroy about leaving Lucy and Mike at her place while she’s gone, they’re all grown up now and don’t need pestering anymore. She knows they’ll want to go to Stephen’s funeral. She won’t let them. They won’t understand. There will be screaming, bitter tears, slamming of doors. She’s tired of it all already.
XXX
She kicks the door shut, not wanting to break the heated kiss even for a second. Clothes are impatiently dragged off and tossed to the ground, hands are roaming over needy flesh as they fall on the sofa, too caught up in the moment to make it to the bedroom. She gasps as two fingers push inside her. So much about foreplay.
Suddenly the phone starts ringing. Fuck.
“Ignore it,” Tim groans, and she can’t help but wonder if he even remembers her name.
“Alison? Maurice Bentley here… I know it’s late but I wasn’t sure if they contacted you…”