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whispering? He can’t hear you all the way over here.”
    “Oh. Are you going to talk to him Abby?” Whenever there was a gorgeous guy in the vicinity we had always presumed that Abby, being the only one of us who was perpetually single and being the only one of us ballsy enough to flirt with a complete stranger, would do so. And usually she did exactly that. And so much more.
    “Hmmm,” Abby considered this for a moment. “I will talk to him, but not today.”
    “Why,” I teased, “because he’s seen you leering over him?”
    “Darling, I do not leach. And there’s nothing wrong with a man catching me looking at him,” she said turning her attention back to Mr Adonis, giving him not very subtle come hither looks. “It just lets him know that I want him. And I shall have him.” Then just as she finally locked eyes with him she turned away suddenly and stated simply: “But not today. I’m seeing someone tonight.”
    “Surprise surprise,” I deadpanned. “And who’s the victim this week?”
    “Oh just some guy I met at Mojo’s last night. He told me I had nice tits,” she stated matter-of-factly.
    Julia pulled a face. “And you’re going to date this guy?”
    Abby looked her like she was stupid. “Who said anything about date? I just want to have him fuck me and worship my tits,” she said pushing them together.
    Julia covered her face with her hands. “Oh Abigail! You really can’t just go around having sex with strange men like it doesn’t matter.”
    “But it doesn’t.”
    “Aarrrgggh. It does! You really ought to be thinking about settling down Abby. You’re not twenty-one anymore…and there’s no ‘happy-go-lucky’ about being thirty!” Abby gave her a look warning her to drop the age thing no doubt. “Look, Seb’s got a new guy from work coming to dinner tomorrow. He’s a really nice guy. You should let me introduce you.”
    “Er, no thank you darling. If memory serves me correctly it was you that introduced Becky to the cheating Jerrers, was it not?”
    At the mention of his name the image of Miss Thingy snuggling up to him dominated my mind and I felt a stab of overwhelming rage. I hated her. And I hated all immoral women who wrecked other people’s relationships. I looked at Abby with a sudden fear that my best friend may well be one of these sexually depraved women. “Abby, this guy you’re meeting tonight…he’s not married is he? Or in a relationship?”
    “Well how the devil should I…” she trailed off having seen the serious look about my face. “Don’t worry sweetie. I’m not that girl,” she smiled. “I never go fishing with another woman’s rod.”
     
    Well, Abigail must’ve had a real good time last night/this morning as she turned up at Julia’s mid-afternoon, looking like she hadn’t slept, sporting her darkest Roberto Cavalli sunglasses, which stayed on all day whether she was indoors or out. And even though she wasn’t on full-form, she still looked pretty damn good in her white linen Nicole Farhi understated chic outfit, with unruly blonde hair restrained in a simple chignon. After my usual proper gym workout on a Sunday morning, I usually just threw on whatever I could find to come over here. Today it was ripped denim jeans, blue vest – the one advantage of being totally flat chested is that string vests actually look OK on me – and my market-bought flip-flops.
    Sunday lunch at Julia and Seb’s had become a weekly custom of ours ever since they’d bought an apartment together ( heavily subsidised by Julia’s dad ) in Notting Hill just over two years ago. They had timed the purchase to coincide with their wedding and Julia had insisted they were not going to move in until after the honeymoon when the supposed newly wed and proud Sebastian would gallantly carry his bride over their newly acquired threshold. But since that wedding (wedding number two) had been cancelled within days of the actual nuptials, once they had got back together