He was sitting naked in a large,brass-headed bed, under a very expensive-looking whiteduvet cover. Now, go and getyour things and I'll drive you in. Stupid bitch. He had listened to a concert on RadioThree, eaten (surprisingly hungry) the lasagne Mrs Harringtonhad made for him, and then two helpings of chocola
Every time hethought of Louise, in bed with Tom, the bile rose in histhroat. 'Christ, how awful,' he said. Andthen ring you back. What? Oh, okay.
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