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Which was a red hot name, in my opinion. The way she’d reacted when I’d said her name ordering her to come, that had been real. Maybe her name wasn’t fake? I cleared my throat and adjusted myself.Calm down, Harry.I just wish she’d told me her real full name.
Mel: don’t tell me you said your name was Christian Grey *face palm emoji*
Me: for the record, I didn’t. I wanted to tell her my full name and give my number but she made a rule—no names, no jobs, nothing that could identify ourselves
Steve: you’re saying some random woman you shagged in your car was incredible and you don’t know her real name
Steve: ...
Mel: Was she famous or something? What was with the whole anon sex thing?
Andy: honestly, I’m just concerned for Lorraine’s welfare. I call dibs on being the next owner. Harry can’t be trusted with her care.
Me: I didn’t recognise her. But who knows?
Me: I don’t know how to describe it but when we were talking, before anything happened, it was intense, and raw, and honest.
Aside from the irony of having lied for her that night.
Me: we had a connection. She’s vaguely from around here, somewhere. She’s a sheep farmer. I tried googling her and came up with nothing.
I groaned. I sounded like an A grade creep.
Me: this is dumb. I’m not a stalker I swear. It was a hook up. I broke the golden rule and Lorraine is now sullied.
Me: I clearly needed to get laid after three months living at home like a monk
Mel: You’re not a stalker. Regrets about not asking for her number? Maybe you’re nervous about starting the job tomorrow?
Steve: it can still be great sex, with a great connection between two consenting adults, for one night only
Mel: pffffttt cos you’ve had so many one-night stands @steve
Steve: I learn vicariously through the interns at work, babe
Andy: when do I get the keys to Lorraine? I’m gonna tell your Dad
Panic stabbed me in the gut at the thought of Dad knowing what I’d done in the back seat of his former car.
Me: @Andy shut your trap! No one says a thing to my dad
Me: maybe about not getting her number? I don’t know. Brain is fog
Me: honestly, I’m a bit nervous about the job but I don’t think that’s what this is. And yeah, @steve, maybe you’re right
Mel: ooooohhhh lunch has arrived.
Me: rightio then, enjoy.
Andy: nut up. You’ll be fine tomorrow. Gotta eat.
Another pang of homesickness churned my gut. My friends were so happy enjoying a meal together and I wished I was there with them. I idly watched the mix of locals and tourists enjoying their meals in the dining room. I spied a brochure stand with posters on the wall behind it and an idea hit me.
Me: you guys should come for a weekend. I’ll find out more on what we can do. Wineries? Gourmet food?
Mel: as this group’s social convenor, I’m down with this idea. Send date ideas and brochure photos when you’ve seen your work calendar tomorrow.
Me: I’m on the case. Go eat.
