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would’ve been towed away by now. What about you?’
    â€˜Tube. I’m just a poor copper remember.’
    â€˜Not so poor in bed. By the way what does the “S” stand for?’
    â€˜Sex god,’ he replied with a laugh.
    â€˜You can say that again babe.’
    â€˜Will I see you again?’ he asked, suddenly serious.
    â€˜Do you want to?’
    â€˜What do you think? Do you?’
    â€˜Absolutely. But we’ll have to be careful.’
    â€˜We will, I promise.’
    â€˜If this ever gets out, we’re dead, you know that.’
    â€˜Not necessarily. I’m a copper.’
    â€˜So? Do you think Robbo gives a fuck about that?’
    â€˜He wouldn’t dare.’
    â€˜You’d be amazed what he’d do.’
    â€˜I’m willing to risk it.’
    â€˜Me too.’ She got up from the wrecked bed and began to get dressed. Ali watched in admiration, his cock growing hard again.
    â€˜Down boy,’ she said. ‘Save it for another time. Or your girlfriend.’
    â€˜Not guilty,’ he said.
    â€˜Good-looking bloke like you? Bet your mum’s got you married off to some nice, sweet girl already.’
    â€˜Not guilty again.’
    â€˜I bet that’s what you tell all your conquests.’
    â€˜It’s the truth.’ And strangely enough, it was.
    â€˜I’m going to shoot off,’ she said. ‘Home in time for dinner.’
    â€˜I’m jealous.’
    â€˜Good. But you shouldn’t be.’
    â€˜How do we keep in touch?’
    â€˜Give me your mobile number. I’ll call you. Don’t ever call me. I know you can get numbers, but don’t. I mean it. If you do, it’s over.’
    â€˜OK.’ He pulled his notebook from his pocket and scratched down his number with the pen from the bedside table.
    She pulled on her hat, mac and glasses, retrieved her bag, pushed the piece of paper into one of the inside pockets, and leant down and kissed him hard on the mouth. ‘Thanks for a great time. I can hardly walk.’
    â€˜Good.’
    â€˜I’ll be in touch.’
    â€˜Please do.’
    And with one more kiss she was gone. Back to her car, and her husband in Essex, feeling better than she’d felt for years.

9

    So the seeds of deceit were being sown. Poppy had to work hard at keeping her feelings for Joseph hidden, Sadie kept working her way through the young men she needed more and more whilst Kate, usually so poised and assured, was in the first flush of a tumultuous affair that made her feel like an oversexed teenager.
    Niki concentrated on keeping fit and brushing up on her martial arts skills. As a child her father had introduced her to Judo, Karate, and even more exotic forms of hand to hand combat. Niki had taken to it like a duck to water, and after her father died, her grandfather had continued her education. Back in Russia she’d watched Bruce Lee films until the tape on the video wore thin, but Connie had no idea of her expertise. In the mornings, when he either lay in bed, or was off on some nefarious task, Niki would pull on a shapeless track suit, pull her hair back into a band and go for a run round the Isle of Dogs ending up at Millwall Park, where she would practise her katas for hours until her body was totally limber, and the perspiration poured down her back. She was tough. Tough enough that, when the crunch with Connie came, as she knew one day it would, she could take care of herself—under any circumstances.
    One morning in spring as she was practising her moves, three men left Island Gardens DLR station and made their way to the park. Each of them carried a striped off-licence bag full of cans of lager and it was obvious they’d already drained several.
    They spotted Niki straight away, standing stock still amongst the dog walkers and commuters hurrying to work, and decided she was just the thing for a bit of entertainment, before getting down to the