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Did we, you know, have sex?

Sam laughed. No, but you almost did. You were so drunk I brought you back here. Don't worry; I slept on the couch.

I've got a terrible headache, she complained.

Coffee, bacon, eggs and bread will sort that out.

Just the coffee thanks.

Okay. The bathroom's next door and you can look in my wardrobe for a fresh shirt to get you home in. You dribbled down yours.

Oh Jesus. Did you undress me? Lizzie pulled the sheets up and was relieved to see she was still wearing her panties.

I only took off your top layer. You were a real mess, Lizzie. Sorry, but I had to.

Okay. Well, thanks for helping me. I have no idea what I was doing drinking so much; I don't usually.

Sam rubbed his wet hair a couple of times with the towel he was wearing. You were set up. Roger was trying to get you drunk.

What? Why?

Do you want the honest answer?

Yes, I do, she said.

He bet William that he could get you into bed.

Lizzie's mouth dropped open. Really? Of all the low life things to have done.

I knew about it and stopped it.

Lizzie slumped back against the headboard. Thanks, coach. What a lousy trick.

Come down when you are ready, he said. I'll put the kettle on.

Lizzie was pleasantly surprised how nice Sam's apartment was. He was a single guy and very much into sport, and she'd assumed he wasn't that domesticated. But his kitchen was spotless and full of the latest gadgets.

 Nice place coach, she said, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

Sam smiled at her. Call me Sam. Coach is for the sports field. She looked fresh and very attractive. Her hair was still wet, and she smelled wonderful.How's the head?

The shower helped. Thanks for looking out for me. I'm my own worst enemy sometimes. I don't know why I hang around with Cora and the others. I guess I'm short of self-confidence and let them trample all over me. She took a sip of coffee and made a satisfied noise as it worked it's way down her throat.

You're way too good for them. You are more intelligent and way more beautiful than any of the cheerleaders. You're not the cheerleader type.

And what is the cheerleader type?

Well, they are normally outgoing women who like being the center of attention. A lot of them sleep around and drink too much. You're not like that at all. Sam reached into a cupboard and took out a packet of cornflakes. Lizzie shook her head when he offered her some.

How do you see me? she asked

Wow that's a hard question. Let me see. You're very beautiful and highly intelligent.

Good start, Lizzie joked.

You are sensitive, and you have a lot of inhibitions and for some reason, you don't choose to be friends with people of your own intelligence. You hang around with people who don't understand you. He turned on the gas and put the frying pan on the flame. For example, they bully you because you don't screw around. What kind of so-called friends are those?

Lizzie looked at him. How old are you Sam? If you don't mind me asking.

Thirty-nine.

And why aren't you married. You are far too handsome to be alone.

You're trying to divert attention away from what I was telling you, Sam said waving a spatula around.

Okay. So I'm, insecure and don't choose my friends well. I heard you.

I don't like people bullying you. In fact, I hate it. You are worth a hundred times what that slut Cora is worth.

Wow. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you, Sam. That's made me feel so good.

You should tell yourself that a few times before you decided to hang around with her and those other pricks.

I've changed my mind, the bacon smells so good, do you mind if I have some?

Sure. There's plenty. Sam put three extra rashers in the frying pan and pushed them around with the spatula.

Lizzie looked at him. He was about six feet tall and had the faintest signs of gray in his dark hair. He obviously still worked out because his upper body looked strong and there was no evidence of any of the fat that can creep up on people in middle age.

What about you Sam? Aren't you lonely without a partner?

Sometimes. I've had a few girlfriends, but after my divorce, I'm a bit frightened to commit again. It's so easy to get it wrong.

I guess. I'm only twenty-one, so I haven't had the chance to get divorced yet.

It's an exercise you can do without, I can tell you.

Did it hurt you?

We're getting into very personal stuff now,' he said taking a drink of orange juice.

Sorry.

No it's okay. Yes, it was painful. We just came to the conclusion that we weren't suited. We didn't fall out; we just made a sensible decision.

What about kids?

Didn't have any. I wanted to, but she didn't. I should have asked her that before we got married, but I was young. She was also so hot; I guess I just followed my dick.

It's never too late for a man.

Physiologically no. But if I had a kid now, by the time he was at college I'd be sixty. Sam slid the bacon from the pan onto a plate and added a piece of bread. Here, eat.