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got a few strange looks as she gave an occasional snigger as she stood in the queue for the bus.
    Once she’d struggled onto the packed bus and got a seat, she sobered up. The last thing she wanted was to be thrown off for disorderly conduct.
    This journey back took about half the time that it had taken her to get to Stanley. By five o’clock she was getting off the bus on a side street near the hotel. Debra made her mind up to dump her shopping with the concierge, make a detour to the kiosk that sold cold drinks and spend the last hour of sun in the park. That she might see Braam in his running gear she did her best to ignore.
    She deliberately approached the park from a different angle. The area where the day before teens had played basketball was covered with large metal statues on wheels and various stalls blared out loud Chinese music. Debra recognized several statues of gods and deities and watched, fascinated, as a troupe of toddlers, no more than four or five years of age, danced on a makeshift stage. It was colorful, noisy and fun. She spent so long wandering around and gaining a badge, a balloon and a handful of leaflets that the sun had almost gone down behind a nearby building. It wasn’t worth sitting down, so she might as well grab a curry from the little curry house over the road from the hotel and reheat it when she was hungry. There was live music in the residents’ lounge later so she would go and enjoy that before she ate.
    Mind made up, Debra set off in the direction of the gate nearest to the Channing. Her phone bleeped to indicate a text and she fished it out from the bottom of her voluminous holdall. The picture of her daughter dressed as Wonder Woman holding a placard saying ‘Holding the place for mum’ made her snigger and she texted back as she carried on walking with scant awareness of her surroundings.
    Grinning, she put the phone in her pocket, to keep it handy in case she got a reply and took out her water bottle to flick the lid open for a drink. Then Debra did something she’d forever told her kids not to do. She looked to her right and carried on walking.
    To hit a brick wall with her boobs.
    The brick wall swayed a little bit, but not enough so her boobs didn’t press into its warmth and her nipples harden in protest—or was it interest? The opened water bottle jerked out of her hand to shower water over her and the obstacle, which dripped the liquid it had collected back onto her. She caught the bottle on its way downward and held onto it tightly.
    Hold on. A warm, slightly squishy brick wall? With… You what? Something very un-wall-like was pressed into her belly. With a hard-on? And the wall is wet and my ice-cold water is dripping on me warm?
    With a sense of foreboding, Debra took a step back and looked up.
    “Clever you, I need to cool down after a jog and a face full of water is a novel way of doing it.” Braam winked. His blond hair was dark with water and droplets hung to it like jewels edging a cloth. His eyelashes were spiked and his expression could be called nothing short of devilish.
    “Yes, well, it’s not the only bit of you that needs cooling down, I reckon.” Debra looked downwards at his cock, which had created a long ridge in his running shorts.
    Braam shrugged. “Seems you have that effect on me. And we still haven’t been properly introduced.”
    Debra bit her lip so as not to laugh. She hadn’t enjoyed sexual bantering like this for ages. “No we haven’t. And may I say, flattering though it is that I have a stirring effect on you, I don’t think Victoria Park is the place to advertise it.” So saying, she tipped the rest of the water over his shorts, handed him the bottle and walked away.
    His shout of laughter followed her.
     
    How could he better that?
    Braam shook his head to shift some of the water and wished there was some left in the bottle to drink. He foresaw interesting times ahead, if he got to see her again. He hoped like hell he