New Friend

For the first fifteen years of our marriage, Ellen worked in several local hotels because the hours suited the responsibilities of having two young children. Typically, she'd work for a couple of years in one place before moving on and usually because, for some unknown reason, no matter how good and reliable a worker you were, hotel owners and managers, somehow, eventually turned into Basil Fawlty and it was time to go. The one exception to that norm was when Ellen got a job working with two particularly obnoxious women. After a week of listening to her complain, I suggested that she should just leave, however, she was determined that these two wouldn't drive her out but, after two months, it finally got to her and, after telling both women exactly what she thought of them, she handed in her notice. Yes, I know that, in effect those women did push her out but I was certainly not brave enough to point that out.

She'd been working in her current job for about two years when a new girl joined them as a waitress. Her name was Sue, she was short and round and her hair was the same colour and style as Ronald McDonald's and, in my eye, she was totally unattractive. She and her husband had recently relocated from somewhere in southern England but I was never interested enough to find out exactly where. From the couple of times that I'd met her, I thought she was loud and crude and common but Ellen took an instant liking to her as did all the other staff at the hotel so maybe I'm just a snob.

Every day, Ellen returned home with another crazy story that Sue had told everyone but I only remember one in particular. It seemed that Sue and her husband had lived near to an american airbase and that on almost every weekend, Sue met up with an airman called 'Woody' ( and a few of his friends ). What made this story memorable for me was that, apparently, whenever Sue was with Woody, he insisted that she was naked apart from a heavy leather belt so that he had something to hang onto when he was fucking her from behind.

If the reason that they'd moved was that the husband hoped that Sue would leave all that behind, he was sadly mistaken because all of Sue's other stories were about whichever guy she'd picked up the night before.

I've no idea what Ellen had told Sue about her own adventures but, one day, Ellen told me that Sue intended going back to her old home town for a weekend to catch up with 'old friends' and she'd invited Ellen to accompany her. Ellen was really enthusiastic about the idea and had already agreed to go but, for some reason, she tried to pretend that she didn't know the real reason for the trip. To be honest, I was quite excited by the idea myself but sadly it never happened, circumstances got in the way.

One day, Ellen came home and informed me that she was going for a drink with Sue that saturday and I immediately replied that I didn't think that was a good idea. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised by how angry she was as she snapped back "Who the hell do you think you are, telling me who I can and can't go out with?"

I was taken aback by the ferocity in her voice and I tried to sound like the voice of reason as I pointed out that, in the short time that she'd lived here, Sue had gained a terrible reputation. I pointed out that guys regularly called out to her in the street, asking for blow jobs and gang bangs and her typical response was to laugh and call back "Maybe later" or "What again?" or "Ok" and I didn't want Ellen getting the same reputation.

This only made Ellen angrier and she was almost frothing at the mouth as she yelled back "What do you think I am? I'd never do anything in front of Sue, I'm not stupid, she's a blabber mouth and can't keep anything to herself. I'm not going out with her to pick up guys, she's a good laugh and we're just going for a drink. That's all".

Her outburst had really taken the wind out of my sails and, even to my own ears, I sounded lame and pathetic as I muttered "Well, you can be seen as guilty by association".

Ellen glared at me and snapped "So, that's it, you don't trust me" and, as I feebly tried to insist that I did, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming our bedroom door behind her.

T was almost time for me to go to work and I heaved a sigh of relief as I left a little earlier than I needed to.

I had ten hours in work to think over our argument and the first thing that I was forced to concede was that Ellen definitely wasn't stupid and the next thing I had to concede was that she was right, I didn't own her and I had no right to tell her who she could or couldn't go out with, after all, she never complained about my friends, even the ones that she quite clearly couldn't stand. There were a couple that she'd often told me made her uncomfortable as they watched her every move or made comments that were supposed to be compliments but actually made her skin creep but, despite that, she was always polite when she met them.

I also had to admit that Ellen was discrete, she'd had several one night stands over the previous few years and, because we lived in a holiday resort, she'd been able to 'accept a drink' only from guys who were on holiday and would be gone in a few days.

I mulled it over for hours and I finally came to the conclusion that she was telling the truth, she had no desire to risk disrupting our lives and she was just going for a drink with Sue because she was good company so, when I arrived home in the morning, I was feeling really contrite and I attempted to apologise to Ellen but she'd obviously spent a lot of the previous evening thinking about our argument as well and gave me a really cold "Whatever" and left for work.

When I got up that afternoon, I could see the tension in Ellen's body so, once again, I tried to apologise but I was rewarded by a brief and angry lecture on how I didn't trust Ellen and how I thought she was stupid. I insisted that I didn't think she was stupid and retreated

to the safety of my shed, my only sanctuary other than the bathroom. I skulked in there for hours, only emerging when Ellen called. me in for dinner before I left for work and, just like that, the storm seemed to be over.

I've always loved watching Ellen pampering herself before a night out either with me or friends and saturday was no exception.

She had a long soak in the bath whilst I was excluded from her bathroom activities but, once she emerged, I stuck to her like glue. I sat on the bed and watched every movement as she sat naked at her dressing table, drying and styling her hair then applying a little foundation before starting the serious business.

She applied some smoky brown eyeshadow and dark brown mascara before blending a light pink blusher onto her cheekbones and, to my surprise to the tips of her large brown nipples, causing them to immediately plump up and stiffen. She applied a darker red lipstick than she'd wear in the daytime, carefully blotting and smacking. her lips together before adding a glossy top coat. She added ear rings and a necklace then examined herself critically in the mirror patting and fluffing her hair with her fingertips and, probably subconsciously, doing the same to her pubic hair.

I was as rigid as a poker as she stood up and opened one of her underwear drawers, taking out scarlet satin knickers and a matching bra and my heart was thudding in my chest as I watched her slowly easing into them and carefully adjusting them. She reached for a pair of sheer, fifteen denier black tights and, sitting back on her stool, she raised her left leg and began rolling them on. I protested, asking why she wasn't putting on the matching suspender belt and stockings but she didn't even glance in my direction as she continued rolling and smoothing the tights up her legs and replied "I told you, I'm only going out for a drink with Sue".

She stood to pull the horrible things over her bum, squashing and flattening the glorious soft, round globes of her bum and, looking towards me, she suddenly burst out laughing and said "Ok, I won't be out long and, when I get back, I'll put on stockings and suspenders for you". My heart and my. prick surged and I'm sure that I must have looked like a puppy that had just had his head patted and been told that he was a good boy because Ellen burst out laughing again.

She chose a dark blue dress to wear which was one of my favourites. It was a quite conservative, knee length dress with a high neckline and three quarter length sleeves but it buttoned down the front from neckline to hem with big brass buttons and, whenever she wore it, I always imagined slowly opening each one of those buttons one at a time and I'm sure that a lot of other guys got that same urge. Depending on her mood, she could open as many buttons or as few buttons as she chose, sometimes exposing a lot of cleavage and a little glimpse of bra and sometimes leaving enough buttons open to risk revealing that she was wearing stockings when she sat down.

Her final act was to spray a little perfume below her ears, onto her wrists and a quick spray between her thighs, which a! ways made my heart leap, and then she was ready to go and, giving me a hug to avoid smearing her lipstick, she said "Wait up for me, I won't be long, bye" and she was gone, hurrying out to the waiting taxi.

Normally, I would have poured myself a drink but I'd told Ellen to call me if she couldn't get a taxi home so I sat in the living room with a cup of coffee and watched some tv. I got caught up in a film and hardly thought about Ellen until I realised that it was almost e! even o'clock and the pubs would soon be calling time so I tidied up a bit and waited for Ellen to return.

E! even came and went and eleven thirty came and went and I realised that Ellen must have been having a better time than she'd expected and had probably either gone back to Sue's for a last drink or even on to the local nightclub that stayed open till three in the. morning.

I was a little frustrated because I felt that she could at least have phoned to say she'd be late but it was the days before mobile phones so I had no way of contacting her if she didn't phone our landline.

I decided to lie down on the sofa just in case she phoned to say that she needed a lift but, of course, after being awake for well over twenty four hours, I immediately fell asleep.

I woke up with that disorientated feeling of where am I and, after realising that I was in the living room, I remembered that I was waiting up for Ellen. Sunlight was streaming in around the curtains and, glancing at my watch, I saw that it was gone seven o'clock in the morning. I leapt to my feet and hurried upstairs thinking that Ellen might have come home, found me asleep and, not wanting to disturb me, had gone up to bed.

I burst into the bedroom and came to an abrupt halt because Ellen wasn't there and the bed was made up and undisturbed.

I returned downstairs, not really knowing what to think or do. I was convinced that Ellen had been telling the truth when she'd said that she had no intention of going with anyone and that left just two options. First that she'd stayed overnight at Sue's or something bad had happened.

Logic told me that Ellen had gone back to Sue's, which was about a quarter of a mile from our house, she'd had too much to drink and fallen asleep on Sue's couch but some frightened, primal part of my brain insisted that something bad had happened. I thought of phoning the police but I knew that they wouldn't be interested in a woman who was late home from a night out and I wondered how soon it was appropriate to start checking hospitals and how you even go about doing that. I was in a bit of a panic as I paced back and forth, listening to the muted sounds of people starting to go about their business.

We lived in quite a large cul-de-sac but there still wasn't much traffic noise on a sunday morning so my ears instantly pricked up when I heard the unmistakable clack of stiletto heels and knew that it had to be Ellen.

There were over a hundred houses on our small estate but almost every woman there dressed 'respetctably' and wore sensible shoes and little or no make up. They all seemed perfectly content with their middle class, middle aged lifestyle although, of course, I had no more idea about what went on behind their closed doors than they did about mine. All the same, I was only aware of two or three other women on that estate that wore stilettos so I wax pretty confident that it was Ellen.

I listened with growing excitement to the irregular rhythm of Ellen's stilettos clicking ever nearer and I smiled to myself at the scrape of her steel segged heels as she occasionally stumbled. She was obviously still a little drunk from the night before so I hurried to lie back down on the sofa, determined to look relaxed and unconcerned when she came in rather than the half demented idiot I'd been ten minutes ago.

The footsteps stopped outside the front door and, after a long pause, the doorbell rang. I leapt to my feet wondering if it isn't Ellen, who is it.

I opened the door and Ellen barged past me, almost knocking me over as she stormed into the living room, threw herself onto the sofa and called out "That bitch, that bitch, I'm never going out with her again" and I was instantly in a panic and demanding to know what had happened and she just yelled "That bitch left me".

I was struggling to get. my breathing under control as I stood over Ellen and tried to think straight and then I asked "What happened? Where have you been all night?"

She was still raising her voice as she replied "In an hotel, that bitch left me in an hotel".

I heaved a sigh of relief, she hadn't spent the night in a ditch somewhere, she'd spent it in an hotel room, fucking some guy and I couldn't help admiring her cheek for trying to blame her pal.

She'd started to calm down so I asked her what had happened so she replied that they'd been having a few drinks and a good gossip when two guys approached them and asked if they could buy them a drink. Ellen claimed that she'd replied "No thanks, we're just having a quiet drink" but Sue immediately contradicted her and told them what drinks they wanted.

I had no reason to doubt that Ellen was telling the truth because she'd already admitted that she'd spent the night in an hotel.

She said that the guys had been good company and had insisted on buying all the drinks for the next hour or so and, when Sue and Ellen met up in the toilets to discuss the situation, Sue declared that she wanted the dark haired guy and Ellen replied "I don't want either of them, I'm going home after this".

When time was called, the guys asked if there was anywhere else where they could get a drink and Sue suggested a nightclub about four miles away.

Ellen said that she had to leave because I was waiting for her at home and she left the bar but she'd only taken a couple of steps before Sue caught up with her, begging her to go back because the guys said that they wouldn't go without Ellen but she just replied "Sorry, I've got to get home, I promised Mike".

She'd got about half way to the taxi rank when the dark haired guy caught up with her and pleaded "Please don't go home yet, it's far too early to go home but we don't want to go to a club with just that Sue, she's crazy".

Ellen said that she was quite flattered and agreed to go 'just for an hour'. The other two had caught up with them and they went to the taxi rank but, when they got there, Sue recognised the driver, which wasn't surprising because she must have fucked at least half of them, so Sue got into the front seat next to the driver and chatted away whilst Ellen sat between the two guys in the back.

She said that the two guys immediately slipped a hand under her. bum so I asked how she'd reacted and she replied "It was nice, I liked it".

When they reached the club, they found a table for four and Ellen sat facing Sue whilst the dark haired guy sat down next to Ellen and his blond mate sat down next to Sue and Ellen smiled to herself when she saw the sour look on Sue's face.

They had a drink and chatted for a while but Sue hardly said a word as she sat with a sulky look on her face like a spoilt brat and, after half an hour or so, Sue suggested that she and Ellen went to the toilets together and no sooner had they closed the door behind them than Sue hissed "What's going on? You knew I fancied the dark haired one, you didn't even want to come here".

Ellen replied "That's right, I didn't want to come here but you insisted and it's not my fault if the dark haired guy doesn't fancy you but I don't want either of them so, when we go back, we'll swap seats.

Ellen admitted that, at that point, she was feeling really smug but, as agreed, when they returned to their table Ellen sat down next to the blond guy but the two men just stood up and swapped seats again.

Ellen said she loved the scowling expression on Sue's face and happily chatted away with both guys whilst Sue sat in a sullen silence.

It was time to leave and, once again, Sue took the front seat in the taxi whilst, once again, Ellen was sandwiched between the two guys and, once again, they slid their hands under her bum and she raised up a little to assist them before trapping their hands beneath her.

The guys suggested that they all went back to one of their hotels and both girls accepted so I asked Ellen if she'd already decided that she was going to fuck one of them and she replied that she'd decided that on the way to the club when they were feeling her bum. She said that she'd decided then that she was going to fuck one of them and she didn't care which one it was.

They reached the hotel but the doors were locked so, they rang for the night porter and, whilst they waited, Sue said that she needed a pee and darted into the alleyway at the side of the hotel. She still hadn't returned when the night porter arrived so Ellen went off in search of her on her own in case she was in an embarrassing situation but she couldn't find her and, after searching every dark corner, she realised that Sue had gone off in a sulk.

She was angry but determined not to let Sue's temper tantrum ruin her fun so she returned to the guys, explained what had happened and joined them in the lift.

No sooner had the lift doors closed than the dark haired guy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him so that she could feel his stiff prick pushing up against her and the blond guy took hold of her hips and pushed his own erection against her bum. She said it was heart stoppingly exciting but it didn't last long as the room was on the second floor.

Despite what had happened in the lift, there was an uncomfortable awkwardness between them once the got into the room which as broken by the dark haired guy suggesting that his mate should go and see if he could get some drinks.

The blond lad reluctantly left and no sooner had the door closed behind him than Ellen and her new friend tore off all their clothing and jumped into bed. They wasted no time on formalities as he positioned himself above her and, taking his prick in his hand he guided its head to her widespread hole and lunged deep inside her driving a groan of appreciation from her lips.

They fucked at a furious pace, bouncing up and down on the bed as if it was a trampoline as Ellen dug her fingernails into his arse and demanded that he fucked her harder.

They heard the other guy fumbling at the door and flew apart just as the door opened and the blond lad stepped in carrying a tray of drinks as Ellen and her partner lay back against the headboard panting for breath.

Ellen had automatically pulled the covers up to her chin but she was feeling wicked and so, telling herself that she'd never see either of these two men again, she let the sheet fall to her waist, proudly displaying her beautiful 38c breasts with their bullet hard nipples.

There was another awkward silence whilst they sipped their drinks and, when they were finished, a brief squabble broke out about who should go for another round but Ellen solved it by saying that it was only fair for the dark haired guy to go this time so he reluctantly picked up the tray and left.

Ellen wasted no time and told the blond lad to come closer and, as he sat down beside her, she grinned and unfastened his pants, pulling his rigid prick out into the light. She stroked his shaft a few times then ducked her head to take his erect cock into her mouth, feeling him shudder as he cautiously reached out to gently cup her left breast.

It didn't take the dark haired lad as long to find the night porter and he was back at the room in less than ten minutes but, when he stepped into the room, he found Ellen stroking and sucking his pal's dick and, sounding like a little boy who had just dropped his lollipop, he sulkily cried out "I thought you were with me".

Ellen slowly took the prick out of her mouth just long enough to reply "It's ok, we can all have some fun tonight" before licking its length once more and popping it back into her mouth and, in response, the newcomer tore off his clothes and dove back on top of Ellen, jamming his prick back into her and hammering away in an attempt to claim sole ownership of her cunt.

Ellen groaned in pleasure and allowed him to bang away at her for several minutes before wriggling out from under him. She knelt astride his legs and took his shaft into her mouth whilst simultaneously wiggling her bum from side to side as an invitation to the blond guy and she was surprised by how long it took for him to take the hint but, eventually, he knelt up behind her, took hold of her hips and slowly eased his prick into her. It wasn't what she needed so she thrust her bum back against him until he took the hint and, tightening his grip on her hips, he hammered into her, driving gasps of appreciation from her lips.

After that, they took turns fucking her for hours on end, on her back, on her hands and knees and with her on top.

I asked her which one was best and she replied "They were both good, just different, the dark haired guy's prick was shorter and thicker and really filled me up but the blond lad's prick was longer and sharper and really jabbed into me but they were both good and they were always hard, I'll say that for them, whenever one guy slipped out of me, the other one was always ready to take over"..

I was breathless with excitement as I asked " How many times did you cum?"

She replied "I didn't cum, I think I was too drunk to cum but it was still good".

I was surprised but I'd known many occasions when we'd come home from the pub and she'd been too drunk to cum and, no matter what I did, she'd reach the point of orgasm and just not be able to push herself over the edge.

I asked her how many times they'd cum and, once again, I was surprised when she replied that they didn't either but it was still good.

I was shaking with excitement and I just had to fuck her so I started unbuttoning her dress, starting at her throat and fumbling with unsteady, uncoordinated hands. Each button took a frustratingly long time to open and I couldn't hold back my gasp as her shiny, red bra came into view and I saw that her beautiful 38c tits were still flushed a deep pink and still glistening with a fine mist of perspiration.

After many frustrating slips, my trembling fingers finally opened the last button and I excitedly parted her dress like opening a long awaited christmas present and I was slightly shocked to find that she wasn't wearing her knickers and, instead, through the sheer black nylon of her tights, I could see her dark pubic hair tangled and pressed flat against her mound and her usually neat and tidy slit still pouting slightly.

I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt and, almost in a fever, I gripped the material of her tights with both hands and tried to tear it apart. The material was surprisingly strong and it took several attempts before my fingers managed to dig in far enough to tear it apart with a satisfyingly loud ripping sound and, once it had given way, it was easy to tear the material into tatters from waistband to waistband as Ellen grinned up at me.

I was surprised again by the wave of heat and scent that wafted up to me. I would never have expected that such thin nylon could hold back such a tsunami of sensations and I actually felt light headed as I inhaled the intoxicating heat and aroma of a well fucked cunt.

I frantically tore open my jeans and dragged both them and my underwear clear of my bum before jamming my rock hard prick up against her hot slit. I pushed, expecting her well fucked cunt to open easily but it resisted and almost bounced me away. She grinned up at me as I parted her outer lips with my fingertips and, once again, I was surprised to find how dry she was.

Again, I had to part her inner lips with my fingertips in order to gain any access and I told myself that, no matter how unlikely it seemed, she must have been telling the truth when she said that neither guy had cum inside her.

I'd never known her to be so dry and my prick dragged against the tacky walls of her cunt as I made slow progress with short, stabbing thrusts and Ellen groaned and winced and gazed up at me with a look of defiance on her face and then, suddenly, it was like a water balloon burst and I was instantly soaking wet as my prick sank all the way home. An absolute deluge gushed out of Ellen with a loud squishing noise and I froze in shock as I gazed down at her grinning face.

I must have sounded really stupid as I stammered *Are you sure they didn't cum inside you?" because she actually laughed out loud.

She looked up at me with a look of amused disbelief as she replied "Of course they did, you don't actually think that two guys could fuck me for hours on end without cumming?"

I felt as though my head was about to explode as I gasped "How many times did they cum inside you?"

She chuckled and replied "I don't know, I wasn't counting, I suppose they came every time that they swapped over, I mean, do you ever stop before you cum and I was too busy cumming myself to count."

I was seriously stunned but I managed to gasp out "Did they cum in your mouth?" and she simply replied "No".

I asked "Did they cum on your tits?"

She sounded exasperated as she replied "No, they only came in my fanny, that's where I wanted it, that's where it counts" then she continued "God, it was everywhere, I'd hate to be the chambermaid that has to change those sheets today" and, with that, she burst into happy laughter at the memory.

I finally realised that I hadn't moved a muscle since the dam had broke and I drew back until just the tip of my prick was inside her then I slammed in hard, driving as gasp from her mouth and a gush of spunk from her cunt.

She took a sharp intake of breath and gasped "Oh, be gentle, I'm really sore down there" and, of course, that only drove me on to thrust in even harder, forcing groans and moans from her lips and more and more spunk from her hole.

I'd somehow expected the contents of her cunt to be cold and thick like old porridge but it was actually hot and watery and, within second, our pubes were saturated with it and it was spreading up over our bellies and down over our thighs. Each thrust was met by an incredibly crude gurgle or squelch from her cunt and an agonised gasp from her lips and I rejoiced in both sounds.

I'd had my feet pressed up against the arm of the sofa for purchase but, now, we were so slippery wet that I took hold of the other arm with both hands and, lifting my feet, I pulled myself back and forth purely with my hands as if I was on a slip and slide. It was an amazing sensation as the root of my cock repeatedly rammed up against Ellen's mound driving gasps from her mouth and spreading the mess even further up our bodies and onto our chests.

It was probably due to how velvety soft and wet Ellen was but I lasted a long, long time but, eventually, I felt that tingling behind my eyes and that super sensitivity in my prick and I roared in triumph as I pumped gallons of my own spunk into the mess pouring out of her.

I slumped on top of her, completely exhausted but, afrer a minute or so, Ellen complained that I was too heavy and I reluctantly went upstairs to clean up and get into bed for a well deserved nap and I assume that Ellen must have dozed off where she was because I was awake again before she finally got into bed beside me.

She phoned in sick that day because her thighs and mound were so tender and she complained bitterly each time that I mounted her but it was her own fault for getting me so wound up with her sluttiness. I asked her what had happened to her knickers and, at first, she claimed that she couldn't find them when she was getting dressed but then she admitted that she'd deliberately left them as a souvenir. I also asked her what had happened to her keys and she replied that she didn't know that she'd lost them until she got back home. I told her that she should go to the hotel to ask for them but she said that she was too embarrassed so I went.

There were two women on the reception desk and, when I asked if they'd found any keys, one of them gave me a smile and asked "Which room?" and when I replied that I didn't know, her smile turned into a smirk. She asked me to describe the keys and, when I did, she reached under the desk and produced them with an even bigger smirk so I just politely thanked her and took them with my friendliest smile and thought 'Yeah, you can think what you like'.

Ellen returned to work the next day and she was hardly through the door before Sue came running up to her. Sue seemed nervous and probably expected Ellen to be angry but Ellen had got over her annoyance the second she'd stepped into the hotel lift but she wasn't going to tell Sue that as she demanded "What happened to you?"

Sue took a deep breath and replied "I'm sorry, I suddenly felt really sick so I went home. What happened to you?"

Ellen replied "Well, you could have told me you were going home, I searched everywhere for you."

Sue asked "What about the two guys?"

Ellen replied "I don't know, they were both gone when i got back to the hotel so I went home". Sue said that she was sorry and hurried away and, even as she watched her leave, Ellen could feel her battered mound throbbing and her lips stinging and she couldn't help smiling to herself.

There's a little post script to that which happened several weeks later. I can't actually remember why but, for some reason, Ellen asked me to take some. money out of her purse which was on the kitchen worktop next to me even though she was only a few feet away herself. I opened her purse and, as I took out a couple of banknotes, a small slip of paper fell out and I instinctively bent to pick it up and Ellen also moved to snatch it up.

I got to it first and I was curious about why she'd been so keen to snatch up the scrap of paper when she couldn't be bothered to pick up her purse in the first place. It was just a little slip of paper, folded in half and, when I opened it, all it had on it was a phone number so I asked Ellen if it was important and she replied "No, it's nothing" but it didn't seem like nothing as she snatched it from my hand, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the bin under the sink.

I asked "So? What was it?"

She looked a little flustered and red as she replied "Oh, it's nothing, one of those guys from the hotel said that he comes up here every now and again and he'd like to see me again and gave. me his number but I'm not going to see him again so I don't know why I kept it".

I asked "So? Did you give him our number?"

She replied "No, of course I didn't".

That didn't make any sense to me so I said "Well, how are you supposed to know when he's coming up here if he hasn't got your number?"

She sounded a little angry now as she snapped back "I don't know, I only took his number because it would have been rude not to and I don't know why I kept it, ok?"

I dropped it but I was confused. I already knew that she'd fucked this guy and I had no problem with her wanting to fuck him again so why was she being so secretive about it. I don't know why but it played. on my mind and, after a week or so, I noticed that Ellen had once again left her purse in the kitchen ( she was always misplacing it ) so I picked it up and looked inside, already knowing what I'd find and there it was, that slip of paper, carefully flattened out and tucked away in a corner of her purse so I just put it back where I'd found it.

I've still got no idea why she was being so mysterious or if she ever phoned that number and, even more importantly, why was she so hopeless at hiding things.