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"What are you looking at?" Nigel stood behind Laura holding her waist. It was obvious what had her attention: the twenty or so people milling around in next door's garden. A stifling mid-July evening, closing the lounge window would make it worse. "Ignore them, love. Isn't that what you keep telling me?"
"Listen to them, though. They've no respect for anything, or anyone." She accepted his kisses to her neck, squeezed his hands tight. "That's so good."
"Let's at least try and have a nice night tonight, yeah?" Pulling her in closer, Nigel wrapped his arms around her. "It's been ages since we…" He let the sentence linger.
"I know it has. With what's been going on around here, I haven't felt particularly sexy, honey. You can understand that, can't you?" As she turned to him, she stared
