Jack grabbed his jacket, and, leaning into a sharp bend and swerving to miss his messages, he followed Mandy into her office, squealing his tyres, flipping corners, ‘School’s out,’ Jo-Jums called as he departed.
He parked his bike and shuffled to stand behind Mandy as she slumped in her chair, she rolled her neck and sighed. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to knead. ‘That’s nice, don’t stop,’ he didn’t, and he let her talk while he pressed the stress from her body. ‘Christ, you can have days when nothing happens, and then you have a week like we’ve just had.’ She leaned into his kneading, he worked a little harder and she responded. He leaned over and nibbled her lobe; the ebbing tension was replaced by building excitement. He kissed her neck and allowed his good hand to sl
