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road. He checked his watch and found that he did indeed still have fifteen minutes left.
    That devious woman must have thought that Henry had just fallen out of the apple cart, the only reason Debra suggested the short cut was because that must have been William’s chosen route.
    Even so, he still couldn’t work out why she made such a song and dance about looking at the clock and suggesting he may be late. Then again, what did he know? Poor Henry was just a man who couldn’t see the subtle change in body language.
    Henry turned into Church Street anyway. As he hurried along the cobbled road, he asked himself if this really was a good idea. Hell, Debra could have made it all up, and even if William was seeing someone else, it wasn’t his business what he got up to.
    It’s not as if William didn’t have the opportunity, they worked in a female dominated environment and as William often said, the place was just bursting with sex starved cougars and MILF, just dying for a bit of attention from a hunk like William. Henry didn’t have a clue what his mate had been talking about until he looked up the words on the internet.
    He turned into the shortcut then ran between the two rows of Victorian houses and caught himself peering over the crumbling brick walls and into the overgrown gardens and concrete yards.
    This was just ridiculous; he was getting caught up in Debra’s paranoid fantasies. Just what was he expecting to see, his best friend bending some slapper over a wheelie bin? He needed to get a grip on himself. Henry put Debra’s ridiculous notion of William having an affair behind him and concentrated on getting his head right for this bloody review.
    He was nearing the end of the short cut, Henry took his eyes off his feet and looked up to see a green delivery truck roar past the opening in front of him. Henry looked down, just in time to stop his feet from being wrapped up in a ripped carrier bag full of broken beer bottles. Henry noticed some bright red flash past in the corner of his eye. He spun to the side and gazed into a neglected garden choked with bramble and nettles but he saw nothing amiss.
    “Stop it, Henry.” He muttered. “You’re jumping at shadows.”
    He was about to continue when he caught the sound of a low moan. Henry crept a little closer to the low wall, treading around the shards of glass that littered the cobbles.  He crouched down and peered over the wall. There was somebody in there; there was definitely movement beyond the dense foliage.
    Common sense, coupled with the fear of being late for work urged him to ignore it and just go but Debra’s malicious words had taken root, he just had to take a peek. Henry pushed his two sandwiches into his jacket pockets and vaulted over the low wall, the soft grass on the other side muffled his landing.
    Henry ran over to a rusted metal drum full of broken chunks of concrete and ducked behind it. Henry felt like an over excited kid doing something really naughty.
    He looked over the top of the drum and grinned, he saw them now, not clearly but enough to tell that it was a naked man and a woman. His excitement faded a little when it became obvious that the man wasn’t his friend, William. Not unless he’d put on more weight lost his hair and some height. He couldn’t really see much of the woman; the man’s back blocked her from view. But he heard her moans and gasps.
    This was all wrong, he felt his face redden, he really should leaver them to it. The image of somebody else walking down here and catching Henry spying on the couple made his face blush an even deeper red.
    He’d never live that down, he stood up, intending to leave them to their violent or passionate lovemaking, Henry couldn’t be sure of which as he’d yet to experience either. The woman screamed, this time he did sound as though he’d hurt her. He leaned forward, feeling so guilty but he just couldn’t help it.
    They’d shifted position, the woman still wasn’t visible