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her heart started to hammer in her chest.  Not bad, she
thought: his hair, which was still golden blond, highlighted the blueness of
his eyes, and she could see from his biceps that he worked out - not so much
that he was muscle bound, but just enough to make him look sexy and
strong.  He also seemed taller than she remembered, and those dimples were so cute.  She hadn’t seen him since the day that they had
left high school, but even after nearly nine years he still gave her an
adrenaline rush.  This time though it was a much sexier feeling, not the
same as when she was thirteen and trying out French kissing for the first time.
    “Yeah, I did.  It was a girl from up there who I met on
holiday in Corfu.  I moved up two years ago, but got back a couple of
weeks ago.”
    Kerry blushed as Kelvin’s voice brought her back to the present
day. “How come you came back then, is she with you?” She coughed nervously.
    “Nosey as usual; no she’s not with me, it didn’t work
out.  Mainly because I caught her in bed with someone, one of my friends
actually.” Kelvin replied.
    Kerry gasped. “Did you punch him then?”
     “It was a she, so no I didn’t.” He smiled, waiting for
Kerry’s reaction, but she didn’t speak. “You can say something you know, I’ve
got used to the idea.”
    “But that must have been dreadful.”
    “Well I suppose it was better than finding her with another
bloke. I mean, I can’t really compete with a woman can I?  Anyway, enough
about me, what about you what have you been up to the last eight years?”
    They carried on talking, reminiscing about school and about
what had happened to each of them over the years. Everyone noticed, but they
were too polite to point out that they felt excluded from Kerry and Kelvin’s
private party.  By the end of the evening, Russell invited them to a get
together that he and his new wife were throwing, so they eventually parted
promising to see each other then.
    “Well, well,” said Charlotte once they were outside. “So,
was that old magic still there then Kerry?”
    “Yes it was nice to see him, but that’s as far as it goes.”
    “Yeah, right,” snorted Bets. “I would lay money on the fact
that you’ll be wearing something nice and new to the party, what do you think
Charlotte?”
    “Oh most definitely I do,” agreed Charlotte.
     
    During the week leading up to Russell’s party, Kerry decided
to take up a severe beauty regime, and became a regular visitor at the salon
where Bets worked at the time for different treatments.  She became so
obsessed that on the day after having her nails manicured, she refused to type
any letters.  Fortunately Mr Jervis, the solicitor for whom she worked as
a secretary, knew what an odd person she could be at times, and where else
could he get a bilingual, typing wizard who made coffee like Kerry?
    “Going to a lot of trouble for a crap house party, aren’t
you Kerry?”  Charlotte called over the top of the changing room cubicle.
    “What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong in looking your
best,” she replied through gritted teeth, as she tried to pull up the zip on
the expensive trousers.  “It’s no use; you’ll have to get me the size 14
pair.”
    “Here, I brought them with me; I didn’t think they’d fit.”
Charlotte threw the trousers over the top and received a smaller pair, followed
by a hanger, in return.  “What I mean is, beauty treatments, new trousers,
new boots and new cleavage showing blouse.”
    “Ooh, that’s better.  I just fancied some new clothes,
and anyway I’m always showing my cleavage.”
    “Hmm, I know, it’s famous all over town.”
    “Well, will I do?” Kerry asked, thrusting open the curtain.
    Charlotte looked at Kerry with her head cocked to one
side.  Kerry wasn’t as slim as Charlotte or as nicely toned as Bets, but
she was that rare breed of woman who was pretty confident about her body. With
her solid bottom and ample bosom, she exuded sex