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The lovely Tia finally gets fucked.
"Thanks," she mouthed.
While she talked, Jonathan scrutinised her. She was prim - tweed skirt and Jaeger turtleneck sweater with over-fussed chestnut hair. Her eyes were chocolate - large and bright - apart from which there was nothing spectacular about her. Despite that, he couldn't take his eyes from her.
Her husband spoke.
"Oh, hello darling," she replied. " ... You've heard? ... No idea." She shot Jonathan a glance. Why does he insist on staring? He's making me even more nervous.
"I said, I don't know ... Well, it's not my fault! ... What am I supposed to do? ... Bill? ... Bill?"
Julie felt foolish. "He was cut off. That's the trouble with mobiles ... the reception; not reliable."
"Bill won't object to me being here, will he?"
"No, of course not," she lied. "Must be neighbourly, after all."
They talked of inconsequentials for a while until Julie, not daring to look up from her lap, whispered, "Would you like to stay? I'd be glad of your company."
"I hoped you'd ask, but are you certain?"
Julie replied with a hesitant "Yes," before she added with certainty, "yes, why not? Bill will never know."
He chuckled. "I promise not to tell if you don't."
"That's settled then."
She resumed staring at her lap. "Jonathan, I don't like to ask and realise this sounds ... forward, but I don't think I could tolerate being alone ... in the night. Would you stop with me? ... Please."
"Yes, of course."
"Really? Oh, thank you, thank you so much."
He glanced at his watch. "Now that's decided, what time would you normally go to bed?"
"Around midnight, although in the circumstances ..." She giggled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"An early night?"
"Yes, that's right. It would suit me."
"It would be sensible," he reassured her. "I doubt we'll sleep much." He winked slyly and she jerked her head away to conceal her blush.
It appeared his earlier guilt had vanished. "Julie."
She gave a guarded, "yes."
"I don't have my pyjamas, however ..." There was a slow wanton wink. "They will probably be superfluous."
It had become a habit - she blushed.
Julie woke with a start. She lay in Jonathon's arms and wondered if she'd been weak-willed and foolish. She could have resisted - couldn't she? Bill will understand. Ha! No, he won't! Without success, she tried to force away the irrational guilt. She gave up. Oh well, too late now.
As slow as she could, she stretched out her arm so as not to disturb him. Finger tips rubbed the window as she stared into the inky blackness. Despite the snow, it was too dark to see.
"Good morning," said the sleepy voice beside her.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"Not at all, I was ... ah!" A pained expression screwed up his face.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing serious. It's only my arm. Pins and needles."
She sat up in a rush. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That's my fault - I've been lying on it. It's gone to sleep."
"Don't fret; it's not a problem."
"Here, let me see to it," she offered, while she rolled up his shirt sleeve.
While she massaged, he looked around. "That has to be the worst night of my life."
"It was a trifle cramped," she agreed. She shuddered. "And cold," she added as an obvious oversight. "Let's not forget though - it would have been impossible in your car - no back seats of any consequence."
"Yes," he conceded examining the inside of her Merc. "When did your fuel run out?"
"2.05." She pulled a smiley face. "When did your tank empty?"
"OK, you've made your point; my gauge was already on empty. I lead a hectic life." He smoothed his hand over the ice floe of the leather seat. "Without the heater it's no surprise we're near frozen."
"I held out for ten minutes before the cold forced me to join you. Were you aware I was snuggling up?"
He nodded and smiled lewdly which unnerved her.
I almost wished something had ... No! No! She forced herself to think of something respectable. "Just imagine how it would have been if we hadn't been wrapped together."