The Ultimate Selection: Be Careful Who You Talk To by S. J. Wardell

at the entrance to Greg’s flat.
    Walking through a gap between two high walls where a gate used to be, they followed a path that led to the main communal doors. It was covered by security cameras – although they had never worked and were mainly there as a deterrent. At least the intercom worked.
    Using his key, Greg opened the main door and pressed the energy-saving timer switch with his elbow whilst he held the door with his other hand.
    â€˜Forever the gentleman,’ Karen commented, giving a squeaky giggle.
    â€˜Some things never change,’ Greg smiled.
    â€˜The same can be said for people,’ Karen quipped.
    â€˜People change, it’s only to what degree,’ Greg smirked.
    Once the pair had reached the front door to Greg’s flat, they paused.
    â€˜You don’t have to stay. It’s not…’ Greg began.
    â€˜I’m here and I do want to stay and, yes, I know it’s not too late to change my mind.’ Karen kissed Greg on his lips. ‘Second time round so it’s not unchartered territory for either of us, is it?’
    â€˜Like we agreed, one day at a time.’
    Greg inserted his key into the lock, turned it clockwise and pushed. The door opened; Greg paused, allowing Karen to walk in.
    â€˜I don’t think the old place has changed too much?’ Greg said, closing the door behind him using his right heel.
    Karen had already switched on a couple of lamps in Greg’s living room and sat down before he joined her.
    â€˜What would you like to drink?’ Greg asked, smiling at Karen.
    â€˜Nothing. Take me to bed and have your wicked way.’
    Karen stood and waited for her man to approach – her heart raced, pumping faster and faster.
    Greg could feel his manhood swelling, his heart beating louder than a bass drum. They met half way across the living room and began to kiss passionately. Greg gently took Karen’s hand and led her into his bedroom. She had been here before. Privately, she remembered the first time – she shivered like a nervous twig, afraid and excited by what he might do. These were joyous memories, memories of finding womanhood, finding her inner-self.
    Once they entered the bedroom, they paused and looked at each other, admiring the view.
    â€˜Kiss me,’ Karen commanded, in a soft tone.
    They kissed with tremendous passion, undressing each other as though the stop watch was ticking. They fell on the bed and made love.

Chapter Eight
    The sound of the radio woke Karen from a restful sleep.
    â€˜Good morning. Did you sleep well?’ Greg politely enquired.
    â€˜Yes, I did – did you?’
    â€˜Not bad. I forgot you snore though,’ Greg laughed.
    â€˜No I don’t, you cheeky sod. Where’s my tea?’ Karen snarled, giving Greg a playful slap across his back.
    â€˜On its way, would you like any breakfast?’
    â€˜Nah, just tea please. Thanks for last night Greg – no regrets?’
    â€˜Not a single one. I’d forgotten how good I was,’ he tried to lighten the subject and redirect it.
    â€˜Oh that… I’d forgotten about that. It doesn’t stick in my memory,’ she laughed.
    â€˜Ha, ha, you’re not funny. What are your plans for today?’ Greg had plans of his own, and time was of the essence.
    â€˜I had forgotten how comfortable your bed was, nothing else.’ Her laughter had now diluted to a big smile. ‘I’m going to take my mum out for some lunch.’
    â€˜That must involve some form of shopping, knowing your mum.’
    â€˜No, she’s going to the cemetery first. So I’m going to meet up with her.’
    â€˜How long is it now?’
    â€˜It still feels like it was yesterday, the way Mum carries on.’
    â€˜I didn’t mean it like that. I was only asking…’
    â€˜Oh sorry… I know. It just gets too much.’
    â€˜Hey, let’s forget I asked. Now shut up and drink your tea.’