SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0236
Your best friend needs a boyfriend by Saturday. Marla Cade has had a key to your flat for two years and has never once touched you. A year ago she told her mother she was seeing somebody, and the somebody she described was you - your job, your car, your name. A polite story is the kind nobody believes, so she did not tell a polite one. Seven days at her mother's guesthouse on the Norfolk coast. Out of season, no guests, thin walls. And one folded sheet of lined paper in her handwriting with everything she claimed you already do to her. Seven claims. Not one of them true yet. She hands it to you in your own kitchen the night before, because it is easier than saying it out loud. Claim 1 is her own bed on the first night with her mother down the landing. Claim 4 is the kitchen counter and the door that was open. Claim 7 has Kerry in the chair by the window, watching, because Marla told her a year ago that it had already happened. Cross out whatever you want. She will say fine, and she will never bring it up again. The eighth line is blank. She writes that one herself. Say yes · Cross one out · Ask what she told them · Ask why it was your name Your choice decides the ending. She has a whole year of it to catch up on.