Beginning of the end...........

As I undressed and carefully put my clothes in the basket. I wanted sex tonight and I thought that being tidy might increase my chances and so I was disappointed when I noticed that Lawrence had left his clothes in a heap on the floor. This was not a good sign: I only ever did that if I was extremely tired. If Lawrence was extremely tired there was little chance for me of having sex tonight, even if it was Saturday and I had cooked and washed up.

I followed Lawrence through to bathroom. He was wearing a pair of pyjamas. Definitely far too weary to have sex tonight then. That was the code. Pyjamas equaled ‘not a chance.’

It was true Lawrence was quite drunk and his stomach full, which was not compatible with shagging, but also his head was full too which made things worse.

‘How did you know I was the one for you?’ Lawrence asked as he brushed his teeth.

I found this question difficult to understand, not only because we both used noisy electric toothbrush but also because I had no idea why he would ask this question or where it might be going, although I had a terrible feeling it was definitely ‘going’ somewhere.

‘You told me.’ I replied.

‘Ha, ha,’ he said without mirth. ‘Was it timing? Did I just come along at the right time when you were in the settling down mood?’

‘No.’ I spat and rinsed then turned to Lawrence. ‘Totally honestly, when I first set eyes on you, settling down was the last thing on my mind.’ I did been thinking about getting it up, actually.

I went back into bedroom and dived under the covers, Brrrr... it was cold. I lay flat on my back spread out my limbs, I opened and closed my legs, moved my arms up and down, making the same action that created an angel print in fresh snow.

Slowly am fallen asleep...

Without sex

And I was so upset

Till then