But today, Kay could be as carefree as those butterflies.She could live this day as if she were a mayfly if she wanted to, as atwenty-four-hour life was all she had in this place and time. Quickening herstride, she closed the gate behind her and set off down the street towardsGlen’s house at a lightning pace.
She didn’t have any problem remembering exactly where to go.During their brief relationship she had been round to his house many times,mostly for sex. Glen hadn’t been that interested in doing anything else withher. Well, he wasn’t going to be getting any today. That was for certain.
His house was at the rougher end of the council estate, nextdoor to a house where an old man in a string vest did up old bangers on hisfront lawn. She rang the front doorbell and waited, as a dog in a house nearbybarked relentlessly.
It seemed to take an age for him to answer the door, andwhen he did, he looked half-awake and dishevelled in just T-shirt and boxers.Despite that, it didn’t take long for his familiar swagger to manifest itself.
“Kay!” he exclaimed. “I hadn’t expected to see you thisearly. Can’t wait to get your hands on me, eh?”
That was exactly how she remembered Glen, cocky andarrogant. “Not exactly,” she replied, waiting to see what else he would have tosay for himself.
“I was still in bed when you rang the bell,” he said.“Getting plenty of shut-eye, you know, to recharge the batteries ready forlater. I’ve got a feeling I’m not going to get much sleep, tonight, what do youreckon?”
He winked at her as he said this like some seedy characterout of an ancient Carry On film.
“Well, this won’t take long,” replied Kay, ignoring hiscorny attempts at humour. “Then you can get back to bed.”
“Speaking of which, why don’t you join me?” asked Glen. “No needto wait until tonight, is there? I know you’re gagging for it: you wouldn’thave worn that dress if you weren’t.”
His eyes were all over her lemon-clad body. He waspractically drooling.
“That’s what you think, is it?” said Kay. “Oh, by the way,my eyes are on my face, not on my chest. I’d appreciate it if you looked at meproperly when I’m speaking to you.”
She had a stony look on her face which Glen, tearing hiseyes reluctantly away from her breasts, picked up on. His swagger and cockinessbegan to dissipate as he detected that this hottie on his doorstep wasn’tgiving off the sorts of signals that suggested she was about to leap into thesack with him.
“Why have you come round, Kay?” he asked, the wind clearlytaken out of his sails.
“Just one question,” she replied. “Why did you tell meRichard was gay?”
“Richard?” he asked, momentarily not sure who she wastalking about. “Who’s Richard?” Then the penny dropped. “Oh, you mean Kenty?Yeah, he’s gay alright – bent as a nine-bob note. You don’t want to waste anytime on him. You’re better off with a real man – like me.”
If Kay hadn’t known Glen better, she would scarcely havebeen able to believe what she was hearing. How on earth had she fallen for thisidiot in her youth? She couldn’t really have been that naïve – could she? Yes,he had a fit body and good looks, but that was all he had in the plus column.His personality was nothing short of odious. As for his homophobic comments,this may have been over two decades ago but they were out of place even then.He seriously needed putting in his place.
“Firstly,” she began, “I know for a fact he isn’t gay.Secondly, I find your homophobic comments nauseating. Perhaps you’re the onewho is gay, and you’re trying to make out he is to cover up your own sexuality– have you considered that?”
She knew he wasn’t, but it was fun winding him up saying it.
“Me? Gay? I’ve had more women than Kenty’s had hot dinners,”he boasted.
“Really?” she said. “Well, I’m sure they were very impressedby your ten-second performances. That is assuming, of course, that thesefictional conquests exist – which I doubt. Quite honestly, it wouldn’t surpriseme one bit if you were still a virgin. And just in case you were wondering, ifyou haven’t popped your cherry yet, you certainly won’t be doing so with me.”
Wow, it felt good saying this stuff. Twenty-five years ofanger and resentment were pouring out of her onto her hapless victim in thedoorway in front of her. She noticed that Glen was turning a deep shade of red.She could see that she was getting to him, but wasn’t finished yet.
“You seriously need to sort out your attitude to women – andpeople in general, come to that. You may think you’re cool but anyone with halfa brain cell can see what a twat you are a mile off. You can consider yourinvitation to the ball rescinded. I shall be making other arrangements.”
Glen looked gobsmacked. He clearly wasn’t used to beingspoken to like this. In fact, he looked as if he was about to start crying.
“And don’t even think about turning up and causing anytrouble tonight or I’ll tell all the girls at the ball that you’ve got afour-inch cock.”
“How…how do you know?” he said, looking completelycrestfallen.
“I have my ways and means,” replied Kay. “Now, I suggest yougo back upstairs and play with your little willy for a while because that’s theonly action you’ll be getting today.”
Satisfied that she had said enough, she turned on her heeland left, giving him a provocative wiggle of her arse as she did, just to showhim what he would be missing. That was as near as he would be getting to her inthis universe. What a pity this wasn’t the real one.
Kay had said more than enough. The stuffing had been welland truly knocked out of him. It wasn’t like Glen not to have the last word,but she had rendered him speechless. The only sound she heard behind
