Chapter Thirteen
When Ian arrived home late that night, he had a strange sense of déjà vu. There were clothes and s*x toys strewn around, as there had been on the night of Laura and Janine’s pampering session, although this time there were more drunken women. There were a number of half empty pizza boxes too.
Janine was standing on the coffee table clad only in one of Ian’s suit jackets. Her black suede shoes had very high silver heels and the toes were covered in matching silver metal. Ian recalled Laura referring to this style of footwear as ‘f**k me’ shoes, but Janine’s demeanour on seeing him made them seem more like ‘f**k you’ shoes.
“Oh look,” she sneered, “it’s Rita’s very own My Little Pony.”
The other women laughed. They were sprawled across the sofa and armchairs, waving glas
