Chapter 1085 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep21

• With that, he got up and left, flashing me that beautiful smile of his, and then he was gone, and I was alone again. But it didn't feel bad, or wrong. David wasn't Mark, even though I'd tried to make him so in my head, and I knew I'd been doing him a huge injustice, leading him on in a pointless dance that was going nowhere. He did deserve better, and more, than I could give him, someone who'd love David as David, not the substitute Mark I'd tried to make him into.
• I went back to the office, had a little bit of a weep, then blew my nose and got back into my work.
• Life rolled on over the next few months, and I slipped into a kind of routine. Nia, Shelagh and I would get together on Wednesday evenings and find a good curry-house, try something different off the menu each time, and see who could eat the most fiendishly hot concoctions they could come up with. I drew the line at eating a phal, which seemed to consist solely of red chillies, Nia and Shelagh jeering at me for my cowardice. If Jamie was home, he'd come along, and that boy could eat anything, from anywhere, not a drop of sweat or a raised eyebrow at some of the lethal, eye-wateringly fiery dishes we attempted to eat. We had fun, and I was learning how to have fun again. Doreen invited me on a few of her jaunts around town with Steven, but I declined; I wasn't really up for that kind of fun again!