Chapter Twenty-FiveLydia backed off, quick and quiet. Not from Sue’s s*x life. She was retreating from the pop-up image of what might be happening right now, fifty miles away, in what used to be her and Fletcher’s bed.
Concealed behind the rhododendrons, she turned to Dinah.
But Dinah hadn’t followed. There was her broad back, still at the observation hole.
Fuck! thought Lydia. What does she think, I’m going to hang around here while she watches Adam and Eve get their rocks off?
Judging from the noise, that could be any second. He was groaning now; she was shouting. Ecstasy? Instructions? Lydia didn’t want to know.
She was weighing whether to head back alone when she heard a pop.
“s**t!” came a shriek.
Lydia stepped out from behind the bush. Dinah swiveled and was beating the air wi
