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Facebook comments. If Gary did as he’d said, Leon would be wearing a blindfold when he arrived. I hoped he was, I could really get into role then. I wouldn’t be shy or worry what he thought if he couldn’t see me, just as I’d been in the pub.
    I thought of something else then, and stood upright to stare into space. Gary had put a blank line in one of his answers, and it was obvious it had been in place of a name. Leon must have his eye on someone—someone he cared enough about to be a bit wary of visiting Pussy Pwoar. He hadn’t mentioned having a girlfriend or fancying anyone. But then again, would he share that sort of thing with me and Jen? Was it just a man-to-man thing, divulging that kind of information?
    So, unless I gave him a night to remember and made him want to return, tonight could well be the only time I got to fuck him.
    I had to make it good.
    The doorbell chimed and I jumped, flapping my hands in front of my face to cool the sudden heat that was burning the hell out of my cheeks.
    “Oh, God!” I whispered. “Calm down. Bloody calm down.”
    I trotted out of my room and down the hall toward the front door at the end. It felt like my last mile, and that when I’d finished walking I’d be facing the electric chair. Taking a deep breath then blowing it out slowly, I nodded—as if that was going to make me feel better—then pressed the intercom button on the wall.
    “Who is it?” I asked in my gravelly Pussy tones.
    “Gary and Leon,” Gary said. “Open up, I’ve got something for you.”
    I pressed the other button, the one that opened the main door to the street, and heard their footsteps as the pair of them came upstairs. I took some more steadying breaths then leaned forward to look through the peephole. There they were, Gary and Leon, on the other side of my front door. Leon did indeed have a blindfold on—and a cerise rose held between his teeth.
    “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered. “What the hell is Gary playing at?”
    Before I could go into that, I drew the chain across then opened the door. Gary stared at me wide-eyed, looking me up and down.
    “Fucking hell, Pussy!” he said.
    “Come in,” I said, stepping back to let them in.
    I pressed my back to the wall as they squeezed past, Leon up front and Gary holding onto his arm to usher him through.
    “The bedroom,” I said, deciding I’d take the lead from now on—and also take what I wanted before some other woman claimed him. “Sit him on the chair by the window. Get his coat off too. And his shoes.”
    I pushed the front door to and waited for Gary to return. I’d be getting rid of him. No way could I perform knowing he was in the corner or in the living room, possibly listening to every grunt and groan. The seconds it took for Gary to do as I’d asked seemed to stretch on forever. I was just about to go in search of him when he appeared at the end of the hallway. He strode toward me.
    “I never would have thought,” he said quietly, coming to a stop in front of me, “that our little Mad Mandy would look like this without her normal clothes on.”
    “Keep your sinning little eyes to yourself,” I whispered.
    “Seems a waste for Leon in there.” He jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom. “He isn’t going to see any of this.” Gary gestured to my outfit.
    “No, and you wouldn’t have either if I’d had my way. Why don’t you nip next door while me and Leon get down to business?”
    Gary looked startled. “What, to Jen’s?”
    I sighed. “Yes, who else bloody well lives next door? If you can’t see what’s right in front of your face when it comes to her…”
    He laughed. “Says you.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I said.
    “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m off to see Jen.”
    “You might want to knock hard. She was out for the count when I left her.”
    “Don’t you worry about what I’m doing.” He smiled. “You just see to him in there.”

Chapter Three
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