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puckering up like Pavlov’s dog’s lips. Then he stopped tickling me. He had both his arms on mine, sort of holding them against my sides. His face was very close and he looked at me. He had very dreamy eyes. They had that soft, presnogging look about them. My brain was trying to have a stiff word with me: “Calling all parts, calling all parts, and that means you, lips, stop that puckering, we are on pucker alert!!! Remember, remember, you’re a Womble! Er, I mean remember you are the nearly girlfriend of a Luuurve God.”
    Then, just as my lips developed their own brain and thought, Oh sod it, give us a snog, Dave let me go and said, “Bad bad Sex Kitty. Bye-bye.”
    And he went off.
    Blimey, I nearly just fell onto the ground when he let me go.
    What was the matter with me???
    6:00 p.m.
    I did hip hip, loosey arms and flicky hair all the way up my street just in case Masimo was waiting for me. But he wasn’t.
    6:30 p.m.
    In the nuddy-pants in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I have put my dressing table in front of the door so that no one can burst in and surprise me in the rudey-dudeys.
    If I jump up and down, my nunga-nungas practically slap me in the face.
    So I must be sure not to leap up and down in front of Masimo.
    Now then. Check list.
    Whole body a lurker-free zone?
    Check.
    Orangutan gene plucked to within an inch of its life?
    Check.
    Four layers of natural foundation?
    Check.
    Shading applied to draw the eye away from less good features, i.e., huge conkerositiness?
    Well, I’ve done my best.
    Hair not looking like bombhead?
    Yes, sir.
    Lippy and lip gloss applied for that hint of a sophisticosity beyond my years and a touch of Eastern promise. (Turkish delight–flavored lip gloss.) Mmmm tasty.
    Over-the-shoulder boulder holder and knick-nacks next.
    Good. All safely harnessed in.
    Now then, clothes, hmmm.
    Tight jeans but not too tight that I can’t get my leg over…his Vespa.
    Or should I wear my skirt with the fringey bit on?
    Yes yes, that’s better.
    Is it?
    7:00 p.m.
    I think I’ll put the jeans back on. They seem more casual.
    7:15 p.m.
    Not as full of Sex Kittynosity, though.
    I’ll put the skirt back on.
    7:30 p.m.
    What if it’s a bit nippy noodles?
    Jeans, I think.
    7:45 p.m.
    Skirt back on.
    7:55 p.m.
    Jeans, now that is it. I am not changing again.
    7:58 p.m.
    Skirt!
    7:59 p.m.
    This is absolutely it. The jeans are on and that is it.
    8:00 p.m.
    He’s still not called. The only slight silver lining is that Swiss Family Mad are out and I have some privacy.
    8:05 p.m.
    Phone rang. Oh gadzooks!!! I leapt down the stairs. With Angus and Gordy attached to each leg. I thought they had been suspiciously quiet.
    They must have been lurking outside my door just waiting for me to come out. They clung on all the way down, even though their heads were bumping against each step. Don’t they feel pain?
    Sadly not. Got to the phone with my cat legs and did a lot of calmy calm breathing. Ommmmm.
    I picked up the phone.
    â€œGeorgia?”
    â€œJas!!! Why are you calling me now?”
    â€œBecause I wanted to know if you were on the phone to Masimo. I didn’t know you were going to answer it.”
    â€œWhy wouldn’t I answer the phone if it rang?”
    â€œBecause as I have explained, it wouldn’t have rung if you had been on the phone and…“
    â€œLook Jas, I have to go.”
    â€œHe hasn’t rung, has he? I can tell. You sound really really bad. Are you feeling awful? I would. Have you been blubbing?”
    â€œNo, I…”
    â€œIt must be awful being dumped. Especially when you had never really, you know, been…”
    â€œJas.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œShut up.”
    â€œI was just being a chum.”
    â€œWell, don’t.”
    â€œWell, I won’t.”
    â€œGood.”
    I slammed the phone down so that she couldn’t go off in a strop. I had