Tim knew he needed to time it exactly as he had before. Allow Maureen a few moments to get settled, then gently reach over when she turned on her side. Why not one more time? This was going to be their last night together. Ever. So it was not unreasonable for him to make an approach. On the contrary, after the last time she might be waiting for him. Expectant. Eager for a repeat performance. A frenzied last hurrah. Impersonal. Depraved. Surely all modesty was redundant at this stage in their relationship. There, she was in position. Tim knew it was not the moment to hesitate. It was already well past midnight and in a few hours the removalists would be knocking at their front door. Seductively he touched Maureen’s hip.
No fucking way, she shouted, and violently pushed Tim’s hand aside.