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Laura closed the bathroom door. Pulling her jeans and knickers down, she sat on the lavatory, her elbows on her knees with her mobile in both hands.
Her phone bleeped, letting her know she had an email. Spencer. With excitement, she opened the message: Missed you last time. I’m in town, so you can make it up to me. She sighed. How she longed to be rid of Spencer, for good. “Damn it! Why don’t you just piss off?”
On the loo, Laura thought about how to reply. Nigel knows everything. I told him the night we were supposed to meet back in May. He’s forgiven me, and we’re making a go of it. Please leave us alone; it’s over, Spencer. When she pressed send, she turned the volume down.
Her mobile vibrated instead of bleeped. How long do you want to keep doing this back and forth business? It
