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pimple on the chin though.
    ‘Sorry but I don’t date outside my own species,’ I say sweetly.
    ‘Nice one,’ congratulates Devon.
    ‘Bitch,’ he mumbles before wandering off.
    Devon pushes the bag towards me .
    ‘Ann Summers,’ she whispers.
    ‘Oh God, you are joking. You are bloody joking aren’t you? You know what a prude Luke is,’ I say pushing it back.
    She sighs.
    ‘Don’t you think it’s time to inject something into your relationship?’
    ‘Yes, like a high dose of Viagra. Is that in the bag? Frankly that’s what he needs. A good shot in the bum.’
    She gestures to the bartender.
    ‘Jesus, the bartender has Viagra?’ I gasp.
    ‘No. I want another white wine spritzer you silly mare, and if you ask me it’s a shot of chill out meds he needs. Have a look,’ she says excitedly.
    I open the bag and pull out a silky red basque that has holes for nipples.
    ‘Isn’t it gorgeous? And it pops open here at the crotch. And there’s a flogger too. Mark and I have one …’
    ‘Too much information Devon,’ I say fingering the flogger. ‘I’m sure you and Mark have a fab time,’ I say, trying not to sound too envious. ‘But I really don’t want to hear about it. Jealousy is a terrible thing.’
    She laughs.
    ‘Give it a go and let me know. Go home shave your legs, light a Jo Malone candle …’
    I wrinkle my nose.
    ‘Okay, some tea lights, open some champagne, put on some Michael Bublé …’
    I pull a face.
    ‘I thought I was supposed to be having a good time.’
    ‘Okay, whatever music turns you both on. Lay there sexily. You know,’ she says draping herself seductively across the seats in a demonstration. ‘And give him the best sex of his life.’
    ‘I actually think I do give him the best sex of his life. I wouldn’t mind a bit of the best sex of my life,’ I say doubtfully.
    ‘But that’s the time to get him to propose. At the height of his, you know …’
    I raise my eyebrows.
    ‘I’ll have to be quick,’ I say.
    ‘While you’re lying there wantonly, hint about giving up the salon and how Luke is all you need. Big masterful Luke with his …’
    ‘Yes, I get the picture Devon.’
    ‘What I’m saying is you don’t have to wait until he …’
    ‘I never have to wait Devon.’
    ‘Honestly, they’ll say yes to anything in heightened moments of passion.’
    I knock back my drink and consider Devon’s idea.
    ‘Okay,’ I say thoughtfully. ‘He is at the gym tonight, let’s just hope he doesn’t put his shoulder out again or I’ll be spending the evening rubbing Biofreeze into his aching muscles.’
    ‘I love it when Mark comes home all sweaty and …’
    ‘Yes right. Okay, tea lights, basque, flogger, and organic champagne if that even exists,’ I say standing up.
    ‘Good luck,’ she winks.
    I check my BlackBerry. Just enough time to pop to the off-licence. I kiss her on the cheek.
    ‘Right, I’m off to have the best sex of my life.’
    Somehow with Luke I don’t see that being a reality.
     

     
    Back home following a short shopping trip and I have tea lights lighting a trail to the bedroom. I’ve showered, douched and lightly covered myself with Womanity lotion. The hairy legs had to stay unfortunately. There just wasn’t time. I’m hoping Luke won’t notice. It’s only about a millimetre of hair anyway. Not that I measured it or anything but I don’t think men really notice the length of the hair on your legs when they’re about to have sex with you do they? Anyway, the lighting is so dim I’ll be surprised if he even sees me. If I’m not careful he’ll end up fucking the gigantic teddy bear on our bed. Luke won it at some stupid golf charity ball and seems to think I love it. Personally, I think two’s company and three’s a crowd. I’ve draped my silk robe over the basque, turned the duvet back and opened a bottle of sparkling wine and placed two glasses on the bedside cabinet. I chose some soft background music and now wait patiently for