Barcelona and a question of Sex

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It wasn’t suitable to read this extract of the book on T.V at 5.30. I think it gives the essence of the story so here it is.

The title of this blog is chapter 9. This extract is the end of chapter 17.

After twenty minutes, he hands me a plate of too many sandwiches.

“Thank you,” I smile and mean it.

Before I can reach my plate, he holds out his hand and, raises me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “How about coming upstairs?”

All I can think of is my desire to eat, and my mind is too busy to think of sex. Is this part of the way forward in his mind? Our sex life revamped? By the next magazine survey we might have gone up in the ratings. I can never see us being in a class A category again, nor do I want to be.

So he fancies sex, women expect so much more emotion, unless you’re Enid and take control. That doesn’t sound a lot of fun to me. I glance over his shoulder towards the clock. Yes, we’ve got time…. Then I can treat myself to a slow bath and get in the right frame of mind for the rest of the day.

I’m looking forward to seeing Linda and Jos tonight… so pleased they’ve come. Will Linda approve of how I look?

We strip off, sex happens… and I think of Barcelona.