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Jesse breaks things up for fun, or is it spite?

I joined her at the CD player and stood closer to her than necessary while we negotiated what to put on. We opted for neutral territory: some old lounge jazz by Nancy Wilson, which enabled me to take her by the hands and do a bit of smooching. She danced close to me and snuggled against my chest. I kissed her gently on the neck and she mumbled something I didn't quite catch, then led me by the hand to the settee.

'You're a bad influence,' she said happily. 'Plying a girl with drinks and doing sensual dances with her.'

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She moved back, but only slightly, and said 'Well...', with half a smile. I kissed her again and she kissed back. I put my arms around her and she put a hand on my knee, then withdrew herself abruptly.

'Sorry,' she said, 'it's been a long time. I'm not very good at all this.'

'You kiss very nicely,' I said.

'Ohh,' she said with a dismissive hand gesture, then left the room, saying 'Back in a minute. Bathroom's through there if you need it.' She walked briskly upstairs and closed a door behind her. I used the toilet and gave my equipment a quick wash, just in case.

Sheila didn't come back for a full 10 minutes, and when she did she had a Scrabble box in her hands. Perhaps she had been consulting her Old Maid's Guide to Dampening the Atmosphere, but if she had, it didn't work. First of all she had a brilliant seven-letter word: orifice, which her competitive instinct wouldn't let her ignore. I followed that with six letters: orgasm.

'Sorry...' I said as I laid it out, 'but this is all I can offer.'

'Isn't it a funny word,' she said, sitting back. 'With sm at the end. What else ends like that?

'Spasm,' I said. 'And isms. Eroticism. Jism'

'What's jism?' she asked brightly. I thought carefully before answering.

'American slang for... semen.' I explained. 'They abbreviate it to jizz.'

She looked quite taken aback.

'Oh,' she said. 'I suppose I must be very out of touch. Don't they say spunk anymore?'

This time it was I who was taken aback.

'Sorry,' she said. I wondered what she had done upstairs. Had a large vodka? Some sort of prescription drug? Phoned her best friend for advice? I decided to ignore it, to spare her any embarrassment.

'How about another kissm?' I asked, putting an arm around her neck.

'Yessm please,' she replied, and this time she entered into the arrangement enthusiastically, her tongue playing with mine, deep in my mouth.

'Let's go upstairs,' I ventured.

'What for?' she asked with fake innocence.

'I want to lie down,' I said simply.

'Oh, okay,' she replied and led the way to the upstairs landing. Her bedroom door was open, but she promptly opened a smaller room and said 'You can sleep in there. Spare toothbrush in the cabinet in there,' indicating the bathroom. 'Good night,' she said and entered her room, closing the door behind her.

I brushed my teeth and had a bit of a nose through her bathroom paraphernalia. Mouthwash, eye drops, hair brush, but nothing of a sexual or even intimate nature. No condoms, no tampons, no pills. I concluded that she had had the menopause and never expected to have sex again.

I went into my little room, undressed and got into bed. I lay there for maybe 15 minutes, considering having a wank, when I heard her door open and then a knock on mine.

'Hello,' I called.

'Does that mean come in?' she asked.

'Come in,' I said, almost irritably.

She came in and the light from the hall showed that she was wearing a very plain knee-length dress, a cross between a proper dress and frumpy nightie. She sat on the bed and said 'I thought you deserved a goodnight kiss.'

I gently pulled her down on top of me and we kissed long and slowly. My hands roamed her dress, looking for a way in, but there was none, just the top and the bottom. She was wearing pants.

'Why don't you get in?' I said.

'Okay,' she said, 'but we're just kissing.'

'Fine with me,' I said, but when she lay beside me I slid my knee between her legs. I tugged at her dress and said 'What's this?'

'It's a house dress,' she explained.

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