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for that yet. Anyway, he was having fun with Kit. She was so different from the other girls he’d dated. She could drink as much as him without passing out, never bothered about her hair, told blue jokes, played Twister in the nude, and did whatever he wanted her to in the bedroom. She was perfect. For now.
    Kit was sat squashed up around a small table with Rob, Paul, and a petite blonde student archaeologist Paul had bought with him from his latest excavation. ‘What’s so funny?’
    Extracting Kit from her seat, Jack pulled her up onto his lap.
    â€˜Well?’
    Kit wriggled until she was comfortable, causing Jack’s dick to sway promisingly beneath her pert backside. ‘There was this thing going around work today. You have to choose five songs that sum up pivotal moments in your life.’
    â€˜We are so stuck. Come on, Jack, you’re always spouting lyrics and stuff, we need your help. Rob keeps coming up with total crap.’ Paul smirked into his beer.
    â€˜Thanks a lot,’ Rob smiled, ‘but I happen to think that never buying a copy of George Michael’s “Careless Whisper”, despite my girlfriend of the time nagging insistence of its brilliance, was a pivotal moment in my life.’
    They hadn’t talked any more about their musical highlights in the pub. Paul had got another round of drinks in, and the conversation had moved on. But once Jack and Kit were back in the semi-squalid bedsit he rented, he’d asked her what music she would choose.
    Sat at Jack’s coffee table, her hands cupping a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Kit had immersed herself in thought. Watching her from the comfort of his lone armchair Jack waited quietly for her response. After a while she sighed audibly, ‘It’s too tricky. There are just too many songs, too many events,’ Kit ran a finger around the top of her mug. ‘I can think of hundreds, getting them down to five is impossible. What about your top five?’
    Jack reached out his hands and she came to him. ‘Well, I can think of one straight away.’ He stood, putting his arms around Kit, dancing her around the tiny space between the end of the bed and the living area to no music at all. ‘“Let’s Dance”, by Bowie.’
    â€˜Of course! I love that one. Can I have it too?’ They swayed together to the imaginary music.
    â€˜Only if you can tell me why it is so important.’
    Kit beamed up at him, ‘I’m stunned you remember. I didn’t have you down as the sentimental type.’
    â€˜Cheek! You’ll pay for that one.’ Jack grabbed hold of Kit’s wrists.
    Squeaking out a reply, Kit giggled as Jack towed her towards the bed, ‘It was playing in the bar when we first met.’
    â€˜It was! Congratulations! Your two-point prize for remembering is: one, you can have it on your list as well, and two, you can bend over the edge of the bed, yank your jeans down, and let me smack that gorgeous butt of yours until you beg for mercy.’
    October 7 th 2006 – 1.30am
    Jack closed his eyes and banged his fist against his pillow in a feeble attempt to smother his memories. A crisp frost was gathering outside. He’d forgotten to put the heating on before he went to bed, but it wasn’t the temperature of the room that made him shiver. He didn’t want to remember how good it had felt. Jack tried to block out the image of smacking Kit until she was screaming to be screwed. It was hopeless. Somehow he’d allowed the box that he kept sealed at the back of his brain marked Kit Past to be opened. All he could do now was subject himself to the consequences. It was all Amy’s fault, what did she have to come back for?
    June 3 rd 1995
    He’d been awake for hours. Tucked up behind Kit’s back, Jack listened to her gentle breathing. He was finding it harder and harder to settle next to her at night these days. The waking hours were