“She was just so bloody pretty and sort of fit looking, glowing with health and vitality; al the stuff that had waved goodbye to Siobhan years before. And she had such lovely hair. It was Karl's leaving party at the Sol y Sombra, just a few drinks with his students, some of whom he'd been teaching for five years, to wish him luck in his glittering new career. 'She's one of my students, didn't I tel you?' Karl was drinking from a bottle of lager. Definitely not. 'I don't think so. You might have,... I don't remember.' Cheri didn't realy strike Siobhan as the Ceroc type, she seemed more aerobic, more of a sweating-at-the-gym sort of girl. 'She's very, very good actualy. She was my partner for a while, after you stopped coming.' 'Oh, realy.' A filthy flash of unaccustomed jealousy pierced her stomach. Brightly, brightly, keep smiling, Siobhan; don't let him know you're jealous. 'You realy don't like her, do you?' Karl asked unexpectedly. 'Wel, I mean, I don't know her. She just doesn't seem like a particularly nice girl, that's al.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: