A new friend comes over for a drink, and much, much more.
She’s sitting there, on the couch, her head turned towards me, and listening. We’ve been talking for over an hour, her and me and Emma. Emma’s now in the kitchen, fetching refills for the gin and tonics that have slowly moved our moods, from a nervous awkwardness towards something more intimate. More pleasurable. Closer. A moment later, Emma re-enters the room, her arrival heralded by the...Read On