Share via Email I am sitting on the sofa of my comfortable, north London living room, excited and a little confused. I'm in the easy company of a house guest, a woman I've known for 16 years. Her husband and two kids, and my wife and our own two children, all lie upstairs, supposedly asleep. The reason for my excitement and surprise is that the years of banter and gentle flirtation have percolated down to this: her hand is working inside my trousers. Our friendship is blossoming into something meaningless.
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