Jack skidded his tyres and righted his imaginary motorbike in one smooth movement, thanks to some good leaning into the corner, and followed Mandy into her office where she collected her coat and threw it onto her desk. ‘Park your bike and come here, let’s get this bandage off your bacon bonce,’ she pulled him to her and began to peel the tape that held the bandage. He responded with his arms tight around her, they kissed and lingered, their mouths opened and Mandy felt her passion rise; him too.
‘About time you two got together.’ Mandy pulled back, straightened herself and reddened. The Commander followed up, ‘Sorry, you did leave the door open. I wanted a catch-up.’
Jack saw Mandy flustered, felt he should take this on, ‘Sit down sir, we’ll bring you up to speed.’
‘Sir, eh?’
‘A seat,
