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through his head.
    “Oh heavens above... Mustn't upset Mrs Higgins, must we?" she replied humorously, in mock horror and began to tackle her dinner properly, as requested.
    “So Kyle, how's it all going these days, man-eating wolves aside,” Chris asked with a nasty smirk.
    He looked at his mother crossly and she had the grace to blush.
    “Just fine and I did see wolves. Heard them too,” he replied defensively.
    “I suppose anything's possible. Bloody unlikely though,” Chris continued, with an evil little grin.
    “What the hell would you know, anyway?” he snapped. “Do you sit and discuss wolves with the other geniuses in the world of mathematical engineering?”
    He suddenly wanted to finish his meal as quickly as possible. He hated this barbed conversation they always had. Neither of them could seem to control it. It was the main reason he didn't eat with them anymore. Antagonistic mealtimes weren't an enjoyable experience, for anyone present. He preferred to eat alone, in his room. Mrs Higgins looked after him. She called him 'pet' and he called her 'Higgy'. She had a soft spot for him. She'd text him when his dinner was ready to collect. She was a real sweetie underneath her harsh Yorkshire 'no nonsense' exterior.
    “I'd love to know exactly what you saw, would you tell me, please?” Melanie asked, in an interested and appealing voice, diffusing the bad vibes instantly.
    “Maybe later,” he replied in a non-committal tone. He wasn't about to become a laughing stock at the table.
    “Perhaps you can show me what you do on the internet, your job I mean, and after that you could tell me about them? I like wolves, I find them fascinating,” she pushed.
    “Okay, if Chris doesn't mind?” he asked cautiously. He'd love to get Mel on her own for a while, away from his brother. Not that he intended to hit on her, he just liked her, and looking at her was a real pleasure.
    “Why should I mind? Mel can do as she likes, though why she finds anything about you interesting is beyond me,” he replied caustically.
    There he goes again. Snipe, after fucking snipe...
     
    He led her upstairs to his room. She came in and looked around, taking it all in quickly with interested eyes.
    “It's a real bachelor's pad you have here Kyle!” she announced with a little laugh.
    “I guess so,” he replied.
    “D'you use those?” she asked, walking over to his weight rack and picking a small one up and turning to face him.
    “Every day, 600 reps at least. I've got a good routine, been doing it for years.”
    “I thought so. I can see you've got a great body. That shirt fits you like a glove. I like a man who keeps himself fit. Muscles turn me on.”
    “Right...” he gulped.
    She put the weight back on the rack and walked up to him.
    “So, show me then...”
    “Show you what?”
    “What you do.”
    “My workout?”
    “Well I'd really love to see that, but I meant your job. I'm dying to get inside the workings of a web hosting company. Give me the grand tour.”
    “Okay, let me pull up the spare chair.”
    He arranged the seating, and once comfortable, he brought his computer out of hibernate mode. He was having a lot of difficulty concentrating. He could smell her perfume and his mouth felt so dry suddenly. She was too close for comfort. Somehow he managed to sign in and take her 'round his American cyber-job. She actually sounded quite interested in it.  He logged out and announced the tour to be complete, turning towards her with a lazy grin. She settled back on the chair a little and looked at him, heatedly, as he stared back at her.
    “What's the matter, have I grown another head or something?” he asked jokily to cover the awkwardness he felt being ogled so openly.
    “What happened in the woods?” she asked breathily.
    “I was out running. With the dog. She pulled up fast and started acting strangely, out of character. Then there they were. I only saw a flash of them, dark fur... crossing the path. But I