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It made the prospect of any more salacious verbal jousting, or indeed, where it may lead, a bit too intense for comfort. “You know what, I think she should be down here and not hiding away. I’ll call her.” With that, Margot went to her purse on her table. I anxiously followed, trying to think of a way to maybe try talk her out of calling, but as I faltered, uttering an ineffective “ermm”, she was dialling a ‘phone couple in her hand. “Hi, Cynth, Margot here. I have a delightful young man in front of me who insists you come down and join us. He says you gave him a lift, and he is anxious to see you again.” Having realised the tenor of this unnerving statement, I started waving my collage hands like wind-screen wipers, in a sign of ‘no, oh dear god, don’t put it in those words, oh please no, no, no!’ “Yes, he’s the one… (pause). Yes, anxious, that’s exactly the word he used”, she smilingly continued as she looked me straight in the eye, and in complete disregard of my frantic signals. “He seems quite adamant, and definitely wants to see you. In fact, he is waving his hands around, urging you to hurry up… (pause), Yes, he is cute, isn’t he? I’ll tell him you’re on your way.” I don’t know if my face glowed bright red at this point, but it certainly felt like it was on fire. “She said about 20 minutes,” Margot informed me. “She said she needs to change first.” “Thank you,” I said back, with a knot in my stomach which was hurting so much, it almost caused me to bend double. ……. About 25 minutes later, one of the side doors opened, and there seemed to be a palpable ripple of awe reverberate around the room. Cynthia was the epitome of stunning sensuality. Her short dark brown hair had been teased into spikes, which topped off her face in full-on black-shadow goth make-up. 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