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at the entrance to Gregâs 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 â 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.
âForever the gentleman,â Karen commented, giving a squeaky giggle.
âSome things never change,â Greg smiled.
âThe same can be said for people,â Karen quipped.
âPeople change, itâs only to what degree,â Greg smirked.
Once the pair had reached the front door to Gregâs flat, they paused.
âYou donât have to stay. Itâs notâ¦â Greg began.
âIâm here and I do want to stay and, yes, I know itâs not too late to change my mind.â Karen kissed Greg on his lips. âSecond time round so itâs not unchartered territory for either of us, is it?â
âLike we agreed, one day at a time.â
Greg inserted his key into the lock, turned it clockwise and pushed. The door opened; Greg paused, allowing Karen to walk in.
âI donât think the old place has changed too much?â Greg said, closing the door behind him using his right heel.
Karen had already switched on a couple of lamps in Gregâs living room and sat down before he joined her.
âWhat would you like to drink?â Greg asked, smiling at Karen.
âNothing. Take me to bed and have your wicked way.â
Karen stood and waited for her man to approach â 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 Karenâs hand and led her into his bedroom. She had been here before. Privately, she remembered the first time â 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.
âKiss me,â 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.
âGood morning. Did you sleep well?â Greg politely enquired.
âYes, I did â did you?â
âNot bad. I forgot you snore though,â Greg laughed.
âNo I donât, you cheeky sod. Whereâs my tea?â Karen snarled, giving Greg a playful slap across his back.
âOn its way, would you like any breakfast?â
âNah, just tea please. Thanks for last night Greg â no regrets?â
âNot a single one. Iâd forgotten how good I was,â he tried to lighten the subject and redirect it.
âOh that⦠Iâd forgotten about that. It doesnât stick in my memory,â she laughed.
âHa, ha, youâre not funny. What are your plans for today?â Greg had plans of his own, and time was of the essence.
âI had forgotten how comfortable your bed was, nothing else.â Her laughter had now diluted to a big smile. âIâm going to take my mum out for some lunch.â
âThat must involve some form of shopping, knowing your mum.â
âNo, sheâs going to the cemetery first. So Iâm going to meet up with her.â
âHow long is it now?â
âIt still feels like it was yesterday, the way Mum carries on.â
âI didnât mean it like that. I was only askingâ¦â
âOh sorry⦠I know. It just gets too much.â
âHey, letâs forget I asked. Now shut up and drink your tea.â