Nodding, he took a swig of his beer. ‘Like you wouldn’t believe. I think it’s the sun. The sun makes me want to fuck the shit out of you.’
‘We’re moving country.’
He moved in closer, pushing my hair behind my ear and whispering, ‘Seriously. All I can think about right now is cumming deep in your—’
‘Sorry to interrupt!’
We turned to see a woman standing in a pretty white summer dress with a flower in her hair. I felt my face turn as red as my shoulders. It was the single mum I’d seen with her kid in the airport.
‘I hate to ask,’ she continued, ‘but my daughter Jodi is up dancing beside your little girl and Ireallyhave to use the bathroom . . .’
‘Go for it,’ I replied, watching her shuffle from foot to foot uncomfortably. ‘If they finish before you’re back, she can sit with us.’
‘Oh God, thank you. I’ll be two minutes, tops!’
We watched her bolt towards the main building, trying to stay out of view of her daughter who might panic if she happened to see her leave. These are things they don’t warn you about before you have kids. That you might be forced to ask strangers for help in a foreign country or risk pissing yourself in public. Luckily Jodi was far too distracted by the other twenty kids with zero rhythm to notice that her mum had vanished from view.
A few moments later she returned, looking far less stressed, entirely grateful and carrying two of the beers we’d been drinking. ‘You saved my life,’ she gushed, placing the beers on the table. ‘That was a close call.’ She turned to go back to her table but Oliver insisted she sit with us, because fuck letting anyone spend their entire holiday alone.
It turned out that Lydia lived in Dennistoun, worked shifts in a nursing home and had been saving for a year to take Jodi on her first holiday. ‘Her dad had leukaemia,’ she informed us, waving at her daughter on the stage. ‘He passed when she was five months.’
As I listened to her story, I gave Oliver’s knee a little squeeze under the table. I wouldn’t want to be doing any of this alone. Lydia couldn’t have been any older than twenty-five. What a brave woman.
Molly and Jodi bounced back over to the table once the disco finished, grabbing bottles of water like two tiny ravers.
‘Can I go to the kid’s club tomorrow, Mum?’ Molly asked. ‘My best friend Jodi says you get to colour and there’s ice cream for free. FOR FREE!’
I wish I could announce that someone was my best friend immediately upon meeting. ‘Of course,’ I agreed. ‘I’ll take you after breakfast.’
‘I’ll be taking Jodi anyway,’ Lydia said. ‘It’s supervised but I like to sit nearby . . . you know, just in case. Why don’t I take them both and give you guys a couple of hours off? Least I could do.’
Before I had the chance to open my mouth, Oliver had accepted her kind invitation and arranged to meet them for breakfast. It didn’t take a genius to work out why.
Friday July 21st
9 a.m.Had breakfast with Lydia and Jodi. Molly went to the kid’s club.
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10 a.m.Half a shag accomplished before housekeeping turned up to give us towels and water. Oliver nicked some cans of Coke when she wasn’t looking. Rebel.
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11 a.m.Rest of shag complete. Oliver grabbed my sunburned shoulders while he fucked me from behind and I threatened to cut his fingers off.
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11.30 a.m.More Aloe vera applied lightly to shoulders and Oliver kissed them to say sorry. Kissing led to second shag with no shoulder contact.
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12 p.m.Had to stop sex to collect Molly from the kid’s club. Arrange with Lydia to do this on alternate mornings so we all get a break. We get to shag, Lydia gets spa time. Now I also want spa time. Stolen cans of Coke useful for rolling on sunburn.
Sunday July 23rd
Today’s highlights included:
•Random kid told Molly her sunglasses were stupid. Molly told kid her face was stupid.
