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was all too much. She wasn’t overcome so much by the luxury of it. Luxury existed all through London, even if it remained at arms length. But an older man knew how to take his time and how to enjoy that time. She felt like she had landed in a pot of honey for the moment ––a nice change from going home to an empty bed. Yes, lots to be said about age since she had dumped Nicholas, a forever boy. Now, there was something exciting about knowing that the man who was licking your pussy seemed to be doing so for very nearly the first time. It made the whole thing seem dirtier, and definitely more arousing. To know that he was doing so out of a sense of sheer joy and not simply to pleasure her drove her to the brink again and again.
     When she came out of the bathroom, Edgar was under the sheets holding two glasses of Cordon Rouge. “To you.”
    “No, to you, and whatever it was you were celebrating this evening.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Mmmm. This is lovely.”
    “Glad you like it
    “I definitely don’t want to rush things but I really have been having a good time and would love to continue.”
    “Do you have a boyfriend?’
    “Mmmm?”
    “You know, are you hitched.”
    Gillian was caught off guard by this question since she had abandoned any romantic allusions since leaving Nicholas. “No just recently broke up.”
    “Oh good. I mean. Oh dreadful.”
    “No, it was good, to end it. He just didn’t seem to have much hope of growing up, and he was all grown up if you know what I mean. He was twenty-seven.”
    “Ah, an older man.”
    “I like older men as you may have guessed.”
    “So, an older man, incapable of––”
    “Anything really, that involved commitment of any kind, to anything, from having a cup of tea, to an honest to God dinner date. I was stood up beyond belief.” What Gillian didn’t mention was that Nicholas loved to have sex in as public a place as possible––movie theatres, late night at an empty tube station, phone booths, public washrooms, even one time in the kitchen at the pub where she worked. He was forever in pinstripe from his banking job, which made him look positively innocent most of the time. The public sex was fun and didn’t bother her much, and yes, she admitted it was downright fun most of the time although there was never any payoff, everything was always on his terms, so there were no dinners afterwards in which to catch one’s breath.
    “He just ran his life for himself. That’s all. Up and coming banker.”
    “Met him at the pub too?”
    “No. No. I was doing one of those touristy walks in London, you know, see all the famous places where murders, Jack the Ripper and all that took place.” Gillian didn’t mention that while they were wandering down a lane near Tower Hill tube stop Nicholas pretended to be Jack the Ripper and Gillian willingly succumbed and let him fuck her, with the group off in the distance gaping at something the guide was pointing out. The thrill of knowing they could be caught, plus the fact that the guide had set them all on edge made it that much more exciting. “Anyway he’s long gone. Living in world of his own making I suppose.” Gillian turned to Edgar. “Now let’s get back to––”
    “––work?”
    “––God no. Let’s get back to the moment. You had broken the ice I do believe.”
    “––And you were about to light the place on fire!”
    “More or less.” Gillian realized she could teach him a few tricks of her own.  “I hate to say this, but just lie there.”
    “What are you up to?”
    “You’ll see.” She pulled the sheets back and was pleasantly surprised to see that this Fleet Street solicitor hadn’t neglected his body. “You workout obviously.”
    “Squash. The Fleet Street league.”
    “Let me see your bum.”
    “Your wish.” Edgar rolled onto his side.
    “Oh my God, a true squash bum. You weren’t lying. Magnificent if you don’t mind my saying.”
    “Not at all. But genetics may have