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“She’s a work colleague,” I said, with as steady a voice as I could muster. ”I’ve mentioned her before. Why do you ask?”
“She’s rather attractive, isn’t she?”
“I suppose she is,” I agreed, in a manner that suggested I hadn’t noticed, and wasn’t at all interested in that sort of thing. “Anyway, how do you know about her?” (What I really meant was, what exactly do you know about the two of us?)
“She’s one of your f*******: friends,” she said.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Sandra, being so much younger than me, had been on f*******: for as long as I could remember, and she knew all about the wretched thing. Anyway, thankfully, having Kimberly as a f*******: friend didn’t seem to arouse her suspicions.
Although it should have.
My activities on social websites soon brought me a number
