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to conceal was the big question. So far we’d only had one glass of wine, so I was cautious. I told them about the meal, theatre, and going for lunch. I wasn’t ready to disclose the details of the row or the aftermath yet. They both expressed envy at Michael’s gentlemanly behaviour. Hah, if only they knew. That envy could be so easily overturned or intensified, depending on their preferences. I kind of knew deep down that for all her experience and bravado, Tara would be horrified at me; she just wouldn’t do submissive. Dominatrix, maybe, but not sub! Claire, for all her sense and cautiousness, was likely to be more open-minded.
    We always played this daft game where we started at one hundred and one, and lost points based on the cards we held in our hand at the end of the night. A good game lasted for a full bottle of wine. If we decided to play again, it was easy to go through the second bottle.
    After the first game Tara said she was knackered from the weekend’s activities and went to bed. Claire and I played on. The Eagles were on repeat and we were singing along to “Lyin’ Eyes” and “Take It To The Limit.” Needless to say, “Desperado” got an extra loud refrain. By the time we were halfway through the second bottle, Claire asked:
    “So, you seeing him again?”
    “Wednesday night, if he behaves at work,” I admitted.
    “Look, tell me to mind my own business, but you’ve been doing nothing except givin’ out about him since you met him. So what’s the fascination?”
    Hell, she’d really got me there. I hadn’t a clue what the fascination was, but it was undeniable. And of course she was right; there wasn’t a day when I didn’t come home from work complaining, or as we Irish put it, “giving out” about him.
    “I don’t honestly know. Maybe it’s because he’s a real man. Y’know, the stereotypical Alpha male,” I offered. Shit, too much wine, definitely!
    “No, I don’t know, Shiv. All I know is you’re different since you met him and I can’t decide if it’s good or bad. So, are you ready to tell me yet or do I have to wait ‘til it all falls apart and I have to pick up the pieces?” Obviously too much wine for her too! Claire would never normally be so blunt or interfering.
    “Fuck it, Claire, he’s fit for me, there’ll be none of the sneaking around Brian used to do because he hadn’t the courage to be straight.”
    “Brian snuck around because he was a worm, not because he was scared of you. And what makes you think Michael is fit for you, as you say?”
    “Coz we had a massive row today and he spanked me,” I blurted out.
    Claire spat her mouthful of wine across the table; red droplets stained the deck of cards and the cream tablecloth. You could safely say I had her attention.
    “What the fuck…and you let him…are you NUTS? The bastard, you should call the cops.”
    “There’ll be no calling the cops, Claire, I asked him to do it. And I’m glad I did, it was hot as hell,” I told her defiantly.
    “Shit, and you’re going out with him again? What’s wrong with you, woman?” she shouted.
    Well, it was obvious she didn’t approve of my little “sexcapade,” but I really didn’t care. I’d been thinking about it since Michael left and I didn’t regret it in the least. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d like to try it again, if he was willing. I wondered if I’d be able to find anything about it on Google. I called a halt to the cards and went to bed. I’d had enough excitement for one day. My behind was still on fire and my nether regions still sensitive. I was beginning to wish I hadn’t sent him home because I was horny as hell.
     
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    My phone was ringing just as I reached my desk the next morning. Blimey, it was only ten to nine; who was looking for me this early?
    “Hi, it’s me, I missed you last night,” Michael crooned. “Are you free for lunch?” I was pretty annoyed. So much for being discreet.
    “Hi, Michael, you‘re