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mirror. There was a hectic flush along her cheekbones, her mouth was hanging open and there was a knot just behind her navel which felt as if it was unravelling, strands of unaccustomed excitement trailing down through her stomach towards her groin.
    â€˜Yeah. It’s a good story. I guess you could say it’s woken me up a bit,’ she said slowly, tugging her shirt down and looking at her friend in the mirror behind her as if for the first time. ‘We’re old mates, but I don’t know what you get up to in bed, and you know I don’t get up to anything. It was so graphic. Is it always like that?’
    â€˜Darling, I’d forgotten how naïve you are.’ Sally chuckled. ‘I know you’re not a virgin, but you may as well be. You’re too happy to adore people from afar. There are so many men out there, and every one of them is different, and there’s so little time!’
    â€˜But you’d do it all again? With a stranger, I mean?’ Janie persisted, hands gripping the mantel.
    â€˜With the slapping and the ties? Oh, yes, if I ever see Mastov again. He certainly showed me a thing or two. I’m obviously not as much a woman of the world as I thought.’
    â€˜So are strangers always the best?’
    â€˜Not necessarily. They just allow you to be more outrageous.’
    â€˜There’s so much to discover, isn’t there?’ Janie murmured, looking again at her reflection, and still shaking. She was breathing fast, and standing up made it worse. The strands of excitement had twirled down to her groin, reaching through her like fierce tentacles hooking onto her sex and tugging at it, parting the soft lips. Sally’s description and dancing had conjured up the same sensations inside Janie that she knew her friend had experienced. Delicious sensations. She wanted to keep hold of them, bottle them, build on them if she was alone in her bedroom, perhaps. But now wasn’t the time.
    The two women listened to the rain for a moment, Janie staring down at Sally, Sally lying back on the cushions with her eyes shut.
    â€˜Remember, it was you who asked me to spill the beans, and with the beans all sorts of sexy thoughts have spilled out as well, haven’t they? Admit it,’ said Sally, suddenly opening her eyes and staring questioningly at her friend. ‘You’re feeling all horny after what I’ve told you. But we’re here in sunny Devon to commune with nature, get away from it all, banish all thoughts of big warm hands, flat hairy stomachs, hot throbbing dicks, wet tongues, all that caper. So there’s no need to tell you the rest of the story … right?’
    Janie pushed herself away from the mirror and faced Sally.
    â€˜Right. I mean it. No hot throbbing anythings. We won’t find them down here, anyway. Let’s leave Mastov and his tie collection in Holland Park, shall we? For the next two weeks, it’s just going to be the two of us.’
    â€˜Absolutely, sergeant major, whatever you say. And now it’s my turn to bark orders. If we’re forbidden the real thing, you can be the man about the house, and go and get some logs.’

2
    It was still raining, and much darker by the time Janie got herself psyched up for going outside. She shrugged on one of the enormous hooded raincoats that hung in the hall, making a big deal of undoing the latch and clucking at the appalling weather.
    â€˜No dithering,’ Sally warned from the relative cosiness of the sitting room. ‘I’m going to find another bottle of wine.’
    â€˜Keep it on ice then, will you?’ Janie said. ‘I’m feeling kind of restless. I could do with a stiff walk.’
    â€˜Horny, you mean! God, I should talk dirty to you more often.’
    â€˜I won’t be long,’ Janie said, ignoring the truth of Sally’s comment. She put on a wholesome air. ‘Here I go, into the wind and rain, hunting and